Viagra Chimes In.

Yo, Yocon,

I came across your guest post here while looking around the Internet for sites that try to make a buck off my good name, and I gotta tell ya, I feel for you man. You're one of the few chemicals on earth who can understand what it's like to be me. It's hard. Actually in your case it wasn't hard, but don't beat yourself up about it, OK? Without being able to see and learn from what you went through back in the day who knows if I could handle being me.

The fame.

The never ending geyser of cash. Never ending I said.

The women. And not just women mind you, if you swing that way, there's the men, transsexuals that could be either one even. Fuck dolls. Pocket pussies, watermelons, oak trees, plaster of paris sculptures, electronic devices, certain types of deserts and egg products. It never stops. If I hadn't married Ambien a few years back I might never get any rest. She's been really good for me, that Ambien wife of mine.

Anyway, my point is we all stand on the shoulders of giants, and you did some good pioneering work. I owe a lot of my success to you my friend.

Even though we work in totally different ways. As a matter of fact, our mechanism of action isn't even close. Now that I think about it, you really had nothing to do with the research that created me. That was more Imdur. I started off as a heart drug you know. I was about as effective at preventing angina as you were in making a stiffie, but Imdur never let me give up. Yeah. Imdur is actually the giant upon whose shoulders I stand.

Never mind.

Sincerely,

Viagra™