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 automatically telling me it's not
so, he uncharacteristically comes up with suggestion:
"If you want your breasts to grow, then every day take
a piece of toilet paper and rub it between your
breasts for a few seconds.
Willing to try anything, I fetch a piece of toilet
paper and I stand in
front of the mirror, rubbing it between my
breasts."How long will this take?" I ask.
"They will grow larger over a period of years," he
replies. I stop. "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 ass,
didn't it?"
He's still alive, and with a great deal of physical
therapy, he may even
walk again.
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 automatically telling me it's not
so, he uncharacteristically comes up with suggestion:
"If you want your breasts to grow, then every day take
a piece of toilet paper and rub it between your
breasts for a few seconds.
Willing to try anything, I fetch a piece of toilet
paper and I stand in
front of the mirror, rubbing it between my
breasts."How long will this take?" I ask.
"They will grow larger over a period of years," he
replies. I stop. "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 ass,
didn't it?"
He's still alive, and with a great deal of physical
therapy, he may even
walk again.
Stupid, stupid man
