Viagra spams used to make me laugh too...
But let's start from the beginning.
My wife was bored with spending my money at Dior or Chanel.
So I offered her a thing she dreamt about.
She always wanted to be an international artiste, like Madonna or Andy Warhol.
I know that's quite stupid.
But it's better than having a real job and earning more money than me.
In theory, that's a cool project.
First she scribbles a little, then I'll buy her a few galleries all over the world,
my friends will buy her "artwork". Perfect plan.
So I offer her one year of drawing lessons in the most prestigious art school.
The first day, I ask her to show me her drawings. Just to please her, to show I'm interested in her fad...
And wow, holy shit, that's a shock for me. A real shock.
Dicks. Dicks everywhere.
Those drawing lessons are exclusively about nude sketches.
Then I realize I have offered her 3-times-a-week dates with penises.
I can't help wondering... Comparing them with mine.
Are they bigger ? Longer ? Prettier ?
I am so obsessed with that question... An now I totally lost my confidence. Totally impotent.
A poor noodle.
My shrink says I must become a model for nude sketches as a therapy.
But that's so a losers' job...
I'm not going to jeopardize my Ferraris and my villas to save my dick, am I ?