I wish person or persons unknown would stop sending me penis enlargement e-mails. Despite the fact that I recently changed my internet carrier, they have already found me.
I do not have a penis. Even a small one. I am quite happy that way. My name is Susan. That should be a hint.
I looked up these devices online. They look exceedingly painful. It is hard to believe that size matters that much to anyone. What is more, it is unlikely that I will grow a penis anytime soon. That is not in the plans. No matter what you manufacturers of torture equipment may think, I am not saving your contact information against the day it is necessary to make my life better. Or bigger.
I do not care to make hot chicks moan all night. Trust me on this. I am serious. You are wasting your time and energy on me because I will never be your customer. I guarantee it.
Can you say "f-e-m-a-l-e," children? I knew you could.
