End of the Band

Yesterday when I was pondering my lack in manhood (I don’t do this to often) I was thinking, what if there were some sort of a device or pill I could order on the net to improve the size of my gun. Something that could stop me from feeling so frustrated when I think about my toy. I would really like to be astonishing in bed but haven’t been able so far and I didn’t know how to go about finding this device or pill. I considered sending a few mails to some russian companies but I couldn’t for my life find out which.

And suddenly as a gift from God there was a mail in my inbox. You probably think that I’m lying to you when I tell you this because it is so unbelievable. I had actually gotten a mail from a salesman offering exactly the kind of device I wanted. At first I didn’t know what I might find in the mail due to the cryptic title: Very-very magic stick. As soon as I finished reading it I threw myself on the phone to order the Very-very magic stick before they ran out (the kind salesman warned me in the notice that there were only a few left).

How unbelievably lucky is this, was it some sort of 6th sense that made the salesman send the letter to me in the exact moment I was thinking of it.

Based on a true story