"Hello! This is Bob from the accountant's office. How are you?" I said.
"Hi Bob, Mr. Announcer's voice," answered a giggly receptionist. "I'm sorry to chuckle, but when I think of you I think of Viagra..."
"Oh?" I respond. Quickly thoughts raced through my head. When she thinks of me she thinks of thick, engorged, erect, pulsing, throbbing, aroused phallus. That's not even a mildly Freudian response! Very blunt.
"Yeah! You know those Viagra commercials . They talk about a guy named Bob and he has a huge... smile, and the smile on the wife's face..." she continued.
"Oh! I see. I didn't even make the connection. I prefer the Bob commercial where Bob has his own lane on the highway. That would be a dream come true!" I responded.
"No. I meant Viagra. I hope that thought doesn't make you... uncomfortable," she said.
"Maybe if I NEEDED it, it might've," I answered, and then proceeded with the business of the call.
Hmmm. Was she hinting at something, perhaps? What do you think?
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