Toilet Paper
Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2008 6:59 am
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 uncharacteristically comes up with a sug-gestion. "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?"
"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 is 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.
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 uncharacteristically comes up with a sug-gestion. "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?"
"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 is 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.