I'm doing it. I'm getting my sexy back. Move over JT.
I admit it. The stupid, cheesy commercials where some chubby woman is talking about how she was driving her husband "crazy for sex" finally wore me down and I went in. Maybe they play in your town too. The company is HRC Medical and I'll enthusiastically do a commercial testimonial if this really works.
The treatment also de-bitchifies the person as well and as unbelievably irritable as I've been the last many months, my children should rejoice. ...Not to mention my better and more patient half.
This place actually GUARANTEES RESULTS. Really. It's right there in the contract and I'm on board people. They are nationwide and if you're reading this and need their services, be sure and tell them I sent you because I'll get a cool $100.
Here's their website: www.hrcmedical.com (I'm not tech-saavy enough to actually copy a functional link here, sorry)
What I didn't realize and what the commercials don't tell you is that the hormones are administered via a tiny implant every three months. Ouch, but BRING IT.
My hubby thought himself HILARIOUS today when I was explaining to him my new hor-mone therapy and sent me the following text: I made a whore moan once...
Classic honey.
I get the mojo on the 30th and fully expect to be ten years younger (and nicer) by Christmas morning.
Stay tuned.
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