macadoo1961
Well-Known Member
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 that it's not so, he uncharacteristically 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 stand in front of the mirror, fetch a piece of toilet paper and rub 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.
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 that it's not so, he uncharacteristically 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 stand in front of the mirror, fetch a piece of toilet paper and rub 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.
