JOTD 3/23/06
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 says 'Worked for your butt, 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 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 says 'Worked for your butt, didn't it?'
> >
> > He's still alive, and with a great deal of therapy, he may even walk
> > again. Stupid, stupid man...
