Hi... I'm George Zimmer - Founder And Ceo Of The Men's Wearhouse. Last Night I Unsheatehed My Mungo Man Spiut From My Jeans And Flopped It Down In Front Of Your Mother - Your Senile Downstairs Neighbour Tapped At Her Ceiling Because Of The Clamor. Your Mom Was Barely Able To Nibble At My Plump, Prodigious Member Before I Grabbed It Like A Lasso And Smacked Her Across The Face So Hard, She Flew, Spinning Onto The Bent Over - Awaiting My Admission Of My Throbbing Acreage Of Flesh. She Could Only Take 30 Seconds Of My Man Meat Before She Fainted, I Finished And Used Her Tooth Brush As A Toilet Paper And Left A Quarter On Her ***. She Called Me Four Times Today. I Guarantee It.