I want to live the adventures that the erectile dysfunction drug spammers want me to live.
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Pretty exciting, huh?
Wow. That is worth turning off my spam filter for a day, just to read shit like that…
You’ve got to love those emails. Those used to be the highlight of my day at my old job.
Hmmm…. seems this particular erectile dysfunction treatment has the added feature of getting you high.