Yesterday I bemoaned the E-Mail attack on my bust size and firmness.
Today I am more appalled.
Reluctantly I have come to terms with the ravages of age-- wrinkled skin--thin grey hair--varicose veins-- weekly beauty salon visits. I accept the inevitable.
But dear friends, what does growing old gracefully mean?
Today my E-Mail contained:
"Male Enhancement. She will thank you."
"Vydox: Our gift to save your marriage. Boost your confidence in the bedroom."
Why does not someone offer me confidence in bed for a full night's sleep, free of 2 or 3 or 4 bathroom calls?
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