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 came 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 replied.
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?'
The B@$!@rd is still alive, and with a great deal of therapy, he may even walk
again - although he will probably continue to take his meals through a straw.
Fresh from my shower, I stood in front of the mirror complaining to my
husband that my breasts are too small.
Instead of romantically telling me this is not true, he
uncharacteristically came up with a suggestion: 'If you want your
Breasts to grow, then take a piece of toilet paper and rub it between
them for a few seconds every day'
Willing to try anything, I got a piece of toilet paper and stood in
front of the mirror, rubbing it between my breasts.
How long will this take?' I asked.
They will grow larger over a period of years,' my husband replied.
I stopped. 'Do you really think rubbing a piece of toilet paper between
my breasts every day will make my breasts larger over the years?'
Without missing a beat he said 'Worked for your bum, didn't it?'
The B@$!@rd 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.
