Paul is (not) dead
And now, a personal note.
Dear Cialis guy,
I'm so sorry you suffer from erectile dysfunction. Really, I am. But did you really have to show up during the commercial break on National Geographic last night and talk about it ad nauseum in front of my daughter and her friend? I had to keep pretending to be very concerned about the weather and flipping over to the Weather Channel. I would let a reasonable amount of time pass and then check back, and there you were -- still talking about your extremely personal problem. The 8-year-old girls in my living room last night were interested in a documentary about ancient Egypt and were not really needing an education in erectile dysfunction.
Best of luck to you, but in the future, please keep this problem to yourself.