Viagra Ate My Balls.

Ah yes, the Wonder Drug...

Seemingly harmless, this brainchild of English doctor Ian Osterloh devoured my testicles.
I started my prescription in April of 1998 because for years
I had been experiencing "difficulties" getting my member to do anything than just
Lie there comatose. My wife tried to be patient, but she was obviously disappointed,
And my "lack of ability" put a considerable strain on our relationship.
So, my wife saw an ad in a Gardening magazine for Viagra.
In a matter of days, my captain was rejuvenated and back to
Sailing better than ever before.
My wife was ecstatic.

And I was feeling better than ever.

It seemed there was no end to my sex drive, and my wife and I got used to it as a regular part of life.

Of course, my doctor had warned me there would be side effects: Dyssentery, heart failure --
We knew that things could go wrong.
But, gradually my wife and I noticed that my testicles
Were shriveling in an unusual way, indeed it appeared as though they were being consumed by...
Something Unpleasant.
Whatever it was, it was slow and painful.
Day in, day out, I felt it EATING AWAY at my scrotum.
And nothing could be done about it.
By the time I could see a doctor,
VIAGRA HAD EATEN MY BALLS.

Don't think it can't happen to you. Before you know it, your balls are gone
And your prescription bottle's burping. There's no end to the madness.
It can happen to anyone.
At any time.
No one is exempt from the torture...

O, Beware, For you yourself might become one of the poor,
Poor men on this planet, like myself, cursed with:

So, here I'll remain, stripped of my testicles,
Here to amuse you people of the web
As I cower in shame.
See you lovely ladies in the chat rooms!

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