MIRACLE OF TOILET PAPER
Posted: Oct 6th, '05, 11:25
THE MIRACLE OF TOILET PAPER
Fresh from my shower, I stand in front of the mirror, complaining
to my husband that my boobs are too small. Instead of characteristically
telling me it's not so, he uncharacteristically comes up with a suggestion.
"If you want your boobs 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 boobs.
"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
boobs every day will make my boobs 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 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 boobs are too small. Instead of characteristically
telling me it's not so, he uncharacteristically comes up with a suggestion.
"If you want your boobs 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 boobs.
"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
boobs every day will make my boobs 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 therapy, he may even walk again.
Stupid, stupid man.