Can I Treat You To a Nutty Buddy, Ladies? A Generic Cialis Ice Cream Man

I’ve got a tasty Generic Cialis tale for you guys: it has to do with my job as an ice cream truck operator. And it’s true what they say: they all scream for ice cream. The ladies, I mean. You can imagine the kinky sexual encounters that are inspired by my ride, full of ice cream treats, and a giant Nutty Buddy, if you know what I’m talking about. Before I bought Generic Cialis, my rocky road seemed ready to melt-it was sort of like soft-serve ice cream now, like a once ice-hard block of tasty cream that had been left out in the harsh sun for too long. Even its nuts seemed a bit stale. Damn right I was concerned. How could I earn a living as an ice cream salesman, if I couldn’t work on the side as a gigolo? I had to be in top form to keep my demanding clients satisfied. So I ordered some Generic Cialis, and my Golden Cone was soon as crispy and creamy as it was when I was in my twenties, and just making a name for myself as an ice cream gigolo. I liked to drive through an upscale neighborhood of town-a bunch of huge, gated mansions with big cars and pools out back. Because, obviously, that’s where the highest concentration of undersexed, lonely women are to be found, whose men are too wimpy to give it to them more than once every couple of months, even if they do take Generic Cialis.

You should see those poor women run out of the house like little girls when they hear my stupid ice cream siren blaring down their street! It plays one of those corny, happy tunes, and it draws rich, lonely women to it like flies to honey. Or, should I say, like flies to a big chunk of raw tenderloin, which is what I have between my legs-and thanks to Generic Cialis, it’s as hard and long as an aircraft carrier. But also tasty, like a juicy popsicle. The ladies know that. They know I’m the best. Hell, who else are they going to turn to, the dad gum pool cleaner? The plumber? That’s just the stuff you see in movies. In real life, they know where it’s at-with the ice cream man. So, I stop my Generic Cialis ice cream pimp mobile at the curb, stick my head out of the window, my hands full of different popsicles, ice cream sandwiches, and, of course, my huge nutty buddy.

The ladies run up and surround my truck, and I hand out the ice cream treats for starters. All free, of course. It’s just smart marketing. You have to know how to approach these rich ladies-give them a freebie, draw them in, and lure them into your place of business for some great sex, with the kind of endurance only Generic Cialis can give you. Afterwards, they’ll take you to a five-star restaurant, or ask you to choose one of the cars in their garage to drive home. I’m not kidding, that actually happened once. This woman was so satisfied she could hardly walk, but out of gratitude, she took me down to her massive garage, which looked like a carpeted cave, showed me a drawer full of keys, and asked me to pick out a new ride. Wow, Generic Cialis can really open some doors for you! I joked with her that the huge black Hummer parked there might be most appropriate, since I’d earned this bonus by parking my huge Hummer in her little pink carport. She agreed. “Won’t your husband care?” “Nope, he might not even notice. In any case I’ll order another one tonight.” Alrighty then! I took the keys, gave her a kiss, and drove off into the sunset. Thanks a million, Generic Cialis!