THE MIRACLE OF TOILET PAPER
Fresh from my shower, I stood in front of the mirror complaining to my
husband that my breasts are too small.
Instead of romantically telling me this is not true, he
uncharacteristically comes up with a suggestion: 'If you want your
Breasts to grow, then take a piece of toilet paper and rub it between
them for a few seconds every day'
Willing to try anything, I got a piece of toilet paper and stood 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 said 'Worked for your bum, 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 stood in front of the mirror complaining to my
husband that my breasts are too small.
Instead of romantically telling me this is not true, he
uncharacteristically comes up with a suggestion: 'If you want your
Breasts to grow, then take a piece of toilet paper and rub it between
them for a few seconds every day'
Willing to try anything, I got a piece of toilet paper and stood 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 said 'Worked for your bum, 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
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