Male enhancement and faulty junk

Sex sells clothing, cars, food, shoes, books, and everything else. The sexual revolution has changed since my childhood. When I was younger, I never saw commercials for condoms, STD medication, or male enhancement. If your junk didn't work, you figured it out. Male enhancement products have become more prevalent today because men are having a difficult time getting their junk moving.

When you are operating faulty equipment, you must get a prescription for Viagra. Unfortunately, once you go to a doctor, your junk is no longer a private matter. Word travels fast after you leave your doctor's office. Your problem all starts in the bedroom with your partner and then escalates.

The first person to discover your faulty equipment is your partner. She gets upset that it's not quite up to par. She angrily forces you to make a doctor's appointment after seeing a Viagra commercial.

"Maybe that's what you need," she says. You take her advice and call the doctor to make an appointment.

"So what's the problem today sir?" the nurse may ask.

"Oh, the equipment has stopped working."

"Ok then, let's check the blood pressure and take your pulse," says the helpful nurse.

She then writes "defective junk" on your chart.

"His poor wife," mumbles the nurse under her breath as she leaves the room. Within minutes, the doctor walks in with a grin.

"Based on your chart, I see you have faulty junk?" says the doctor.

"Yes, sir, it probably needs a good check-up."

By this time, you, your wife, the nurse, and the doctor now know your junk doesn’t work. The doctor writes a prescription for a male enhancement product like Viagra. Your next stop is the local pharmacy. Now it's time for the pharmacy to get in on the act.

"Can I help you sir?" Asks the teenage pharmacy tech.

"Yes, I need my prescription filled."

"Let's see, it looks like you have a junk problem, Viagra should fix it."

"Uh yes ma'am, please just fill it."

So now the teenage pharmacy technician knows your problem and then gives the prescription to the pharmacist. So add a teenager and a pharmacist to those who know about your problem. And when you pick up your prescription, you have to go to a separate pick-up window, which is manned by another teenage pharmacy tech.

And since you picked up your Viagra from the same grocery store you shop at with your wife, the pharmacy staff will never look at you the same. They will now look at you and shake their heads. By the time you get your prescription, everyone knows about your faulty junk. This includes your wife, a nurse, anyone who reads your medical chart, two teenagers, and a pharmacist.

I suppose men shouldn't feel so bad. Women have been dealing with this issue for years. Their humiliation is even worse. When they shop at the grocery store, they put tampons, douches, KY Jelly, Vaginsal, Monostat, pregnancy tests, and maxi-pads on the checkout counter.

When you see a woman buy these items, you automatically know her business.

Based on what's in her shopping cart you can assume that her vagina is either bleeding, burning, itching from a yeast infection, swollen, or needs lubrication. And to make matters worse, she may even be pregnant! Sliding a humongous purple box with flowers across the register scanner just screams out "bloody vagina alert at checkout number three."

With the sale of feminine hygiene products and male enhancement problems, our lower bodies should no longer be called "private parts."