THE MIRACLE OF TOILET PAPER
Fresh from my shower, I stand in front of the mirror complaining
to my husband that my breasts are too small. Instead of
characteristically telling me it's not so, he uncharacteristicall y
comes up with a
suggestion.
"If you want your breasts to grow, then every day take a
piece of toilet paper and rub it between them for a few seconds"
Willing to try anything, I fetch a piece! of toilet paper and
stand in front of the mirror, rubbing it between my breasts.
"How long will this take?" I asked.
"They will grow larger over a period of years," my husband
replies.
I stopped. "Do you really think rubbing a piece of toilet
paper
between my breasts every day will make my breasts larger over the
years?"
Without missing a beat he says "Worked for your butt, didn't
it?"
He's still alive, and with a great deal of therapy, he may even
walk again although he will probably continue to take his meals
through a
straw.
Stupid, stupid man.
Fresh from my shower, I stand in front of the mirror complaining
to my husband that my breasts are too small. Instead of
characteristically telling me it's not so, he uncharacteristicall y
comes up with a
suggestion.
"If you want your breasts to grow, then every day take a
piece of toilet paper and rub it between them for a few seconds"
Willing to try anything, I fetch a piece! of toilet paper and
stand in front of the mirror, rubbing it between my breasts.
"How long will this take?" I asked.
"They will grow larger over a period of years," my husband
replies.
I stopped. "Do you really think rubbing a piece of toilet
paper
between my breasts every day will make my breasts larger over the
years?"
Without missing a beat he says "Worked for your butt, didn't
it?"
He's still alive, and with a great deal of therapy, he may even
walk again although he will probably continue to take his meals
through a
straw.
Stupid, stupid man.
