Having had a birthday recently, which reminded me of my mortality and the need to be released from the ninth year of frying eggs on my forehead, the spam in my email has reached a new low.

Your babymaker needs to be bigger in order to perform its functions.
My parts are ready to fall out now. If it gets any bigger I’ll need a bigger purse to carry around my uterus.
Just take a quick look at this, thanks.
Nope. It prolly looks like a pecker, only smaller, thanks.
Ask us how to achieve your true manhood. We’ve got an answer!
With my estrogen level nearing zero, this may be an option.
Increase your penile size and feel the difference!
No effin’ way.
Let us match you with a Real person.
I did that when I divorced that chinless, spineless bastard 30 years ago.
True masculinity is impossible without a substantial amount of male.
Well, no shit, Sherlock.
It works.
All the time?
Do you know your credit score?
Yes, and unfortunately so does everyone else.
Nedocoh
If this is a breast-size enhancer, I’m not the least interested. Some guy who thinks this shit up needs to wrap around his chest two bowling balls in a contraption designed for the least amount of comfort; to be worn at least 8 hours of each day.