Hi... I'm George Zimmer - Founder And Ceo Of The Men's Wearhouse. Last Night I Unsheathed My Mungo Man Spout 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 Bed Bent Over - Awaiting The Admission Of My Throbbing Acreage Of Flesh. She Could Only Take 30 Seconds Of Half My Scrotal Camel Before She Fainted. I Finished Up And Bestowed A Stunning Likeness Of The Pope On Her Back In Baby Spackle. I Used Her Tooth Brush As Toilet Paper And Left A Quarter On Her Ass. She Called Me Four Times Today. I Guarantee It.