The Miracle of Toilet Paper...
My FSIL sent me this today :
Fresh from her shower, a woman stands in
front of the mirror, complaining to her husband
that her breasts are too small.
Instead of characteristically telling her
it's not so, the husband 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 your breasts
for a few seconds.'
Willing to try anything, the wife fetches a
piece of toilet paper and stands in front of the
mirror, rubbing it between her breasts. 'How
long will this take?' she asks.
'They'll grow larger over a period of years.', he replies. The wife stops. 'Why do you think rubbing a piece of toilet paper between my breasts every day will make my breasts grow over the years?'
Without missing a beat the husband says
'Worked for your butt; didn't it?'
He lived, and with a great deal of therapy,
may even walk again.
Stupid, stupid man...
Fresh from her shower, a woman stands in
front of the mirror, complaining to her husband
that her breasts are too small.
Instead of characteristically telling her
it's not so, the husband 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 your breasts
for a few seconds.'
Willing to try anything, the wife fetches a
piece of toilet paper and stands in front of the
mirror, rubbing it between her breasts. 'How
long will this take?' she asks.
'They'll grow larger over a period of years.', he replies. The wife stops. 'Why do you think rubbing a piece of toilet paper between my breasts every day will make my breasts grow over the years?'
Without missing a beat the husband says
'Worked for your butt; didn't it?'
He lived, and with a great deal of therapy,
may even walk again.
Stupid, stupid man...
