http://amfix.blogs.cnn.com/2009/05/07/erec...ile-dysfunction-ads-too-hot-for-tv/

understandable, but i think its more important to ban ALL drug ads from tv, every other ad is some kind of narcotic. America, anti-drugs unless they're deemed legal in which case they'll shove it down your throat.

i heard if you stop using those drugs after talking them for a while you can never get a hard on again.

LOL @ not being able to get a boner.

that is horrifying. i'm going to continue furiously masturbating every day in order to combat it naturally.

actually if u masturbate alot it isnt that great for boners

maybe you're doing it wrong

good, I'm so fucking sick of those commercials, always taunting me dick piece

i like the anti-depressent ads where the people are always walking on the beach while some asshole talks about all the horrible side effects that can occure

im mailing you my semen so you can recycle it

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LOL @ MANNY

http://sports.yahoo.com/mlb/news?slug=ys-r...uspension050709&prov=yhoo&type=lgns

TRUTH.

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