When will you miserable bastards learn that I am not interested in your precious Viagra?
You keep writing to me from your fucking “VIAGRA ® Official Site” which isn’t a fucking official site and has fuck all to do with Pfizer.
I couldn’t give a flying shite if you are offering me 82% off. I’m still not interested.
You are NOT a Canadian fucking Pharmacy. You are a wanker by the name of Edward Seversky, and in case you don’t know it, you live in Izhevsk, which, for your information, is in Russia, you vodka-swilling pig-shagging cretin.
Addressing a mail or letter to “Dear firstname.lastname@example.org” is not exactly going to endear me to you either, you miserable fuckwit.
I have no need for your “product”. If I want a stiffy, I’ll just make a quick call to my friend Sharon. That usually more than does the trick. In the unlikely event of that failing, all I have to do is peek over the wall to the next house where the Fine Thing there has a habit of bathing in the starkers. I don’t do that often, as I run the risk of pole-vaulting out of the garden and down the cliff, which wouldn’t be very funny. What would I want with your miserable offerings?
I see that as well as offering Viagra you also sell Viagra Professional. What’s this? Taking a leaf from Microsoft? Do you also offer Viagra Home Edition and Viagra Server? Or is the latter for people in long term employment only?
Like a good wanker that you are, I suggest to get a firm grip on yourself.
Go and do something useful.
Like swallow all your precious pills, and then go fuck yourself.
I’ll stick with Sharon, thanks.