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Wyoming T/A
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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 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 fetch a piece of
toilet paper and stand 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 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.
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 characteristically telling me 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 fetch a piece of
toilet paper and stand 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 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.
Stupid, stupid man
