My girlfriend is an economist. An academic-a real expert economist. Sounds pretty boring, right? Number crunching, calculators, computer databases? Well, let's just say that all of that clinical economic talk, with those dry statistics and pie charts, makes her cherry pie quite damp when it comes time for some leisure. Especially since I ordered some Generic Cialis, and my leading economic indicator experienced a sudden spike-she was eager to get on board. She said she was bullish on me, and proceeded to ride me like a bull. Markets were looking up. The price of crude was rising because of increased demand-but at the same time, supply was on the rise too, with new drilling going on constantly. Since I'd begun using Generic Cialis, I'd been pumping her full of crude for weeks on end. She said the smart money was on gold, and she complimented me on my gold bullion. I delivered a long, hard brick of it right into her cute little Fort Knox. I pounded that bullion into her like a ramrod, like a battering ram, banging again and again into her heavily guarded gates, as she shrieked and laughed with almost hysterical delight. Generic Cialis had turned me into a sexual monster-a real bison. When she launched into some of her economic dirty talk during sex, it just aroused me even more.

I'll never forget her lecture on trickle-down economics. She mentioned it one time when I got a bit anxious and... trickled down just a bit. She said I was crazy if she thought that supply was going to reach those sectors of the economy most in need of economic stimulation. I said that with my gargantuan Generic Cialis erection, I reckoned I could reach just about anyone I wanted. I told her I'd penetrate into the lowest strata of her local economy. She said that was just a myth-that her economic needs were much deeper than I suspected, looking down on things from my position, on top. She said that yes, Generic Cialis had brought unprecedented prosperity to me, up on top. But the idea that a mere trickle of wealth, a few measly drips of liquid capital to those depressed lower regions, would be enough to lead to a full recovery, was just a myth, and wasn't based on sound economics. Then she gave my Generic Cialis engorged Greenspan a playful slap, as if to stir it to action. Its bald head became even more red all of a sudden, it frowned a bit, and pledged to work for the benefit of those who needed it most. I plunged it into her depressed area and pumped it full of revitalizing investment. She screamed, and thanked me for listening to sound economic reason. Thanks to Generic Cialis, what once had been a pitiful trickle had turned into a bountiful, steady stream. Now that was some good cash flow! Huge increase in turnover, too. Because when I was done on top, I turned her over and probed her there as well.

When it was all over, and it was clear the Generic Cialis had produced a staggering recovery, she rewarded my little Roosevelt with a new nickname-the "New Deal." She praised the innovation and fresh economic thinking I'd brought to the table (I forgot to note that all of the above happened on top of our kitchen table). She just wondered if this miraculous growth could be sustained over the long run. She underestimated Generic Cialis in the beginning, I suppose. Because I kept ordering the stuff, after I saw my initial results... and ever since, I've been sowing her fertile fields with bounty and prosperity. Sometimes she wonders if I should spread my investments to the third world as well, extend my economic pipeline to those needy areas. But I'm not about to buy plane tickets just yet. I mean, I enjoy things like indoor plumbing. And anyway, Generic Cialis is available now all over the world. So bedroom prosperity isn't just the domain of the wealthy anymore. It's everyman's right. And that's something my girlfriend can drink to!