Since I am almost 65 and semi-dependent on my good buddy, Mr. Cialis, the instances when I sport a magnificent diamond cutter are sadly infrequent. Blue veiners are now the norm for me when Mr. Wood wakes up to play. My wanton Toronto sweetie is the only lady who gets to enjoy my occasional diamond cutter these days. That woman could produce a diamond cutter on Lazarus.
Any of my elderly tuscl buddies doing better than I am?


I've convinced my ATF that I have neuropathy in my penis and am unable to feel anything if encumbered with a cover. When I've gone without her company for a week or more she's been known to produce the elusive diamond cutter. That's with the assistance of 100 mg. of Viagra. My health insurance has recently stopped providing me with Pfizer produced Viagra so I've resorted to buying it online rather than paying the usurious rate at the local pharmacy. Last week I received a new shipment of 130 mg. tablets and my sweetheart commented that my phallus resembled marble. Not to be confused with "David".