I just got a spam email from “Roxanne C. Murdock.” She told me to buy “MegaDik,” and assured me, “You won’t believe your eyes when you see your new penis size!” Upon reflection, I decided Ms. Murdock’s email was a little off-target because I wouldn’t believe my eyes if I noticed I had grown any penis, even a small one. It wouldn’t have to be a mega penis to astonish me.
I also question whether a size difference would truly increase my “s’e_xual pleasure,” as Roxanne punctuated it (if I may be so bold as to refer to her by her first name). I might be perfectly satisfied with a tiny penis, and I think it would be unwise to rush into a long-term commitment to any organ that’s so large that I would have difficulty fitting it into my Hanky Panky thong. Therefore, with all due respect to Roxanne, I’m not going to buy MegaDik.
(I hope I’m not gushing, but I will always be deeply thankful to Roxanne for the insight into why the “Murdock/h” business empire is enlarging so rapidly and even looking up despite hard times for the economy.)