Today, my weekly shipment of Viagra arrived. It took them twenty minutes to off-load the pallets from the eighteen-wheeler and store them in one of the warehouses. It's just too much trouble. I think I'll go back to Vitamin-E like I used back in the Seventies when I was dating Barbi Benton. You don't need a prescription for Vitamin-E.

What a night. I'm spent. I'm going to go get some soft-serve ice cream--and apply it to my testicles.

I think I'm going to have a light supper, read some philosophy, and then go upstairs and nail the twins.