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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."
> THE MIRACLE OF TOILET PAPER ...
>
>
> 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, although he will probably continue to take his meals through
> straws.
>
> Stupid, stupid man.
>
>
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."
> THE MIRACLE OF TOILET PAPER ...
>
>
> 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, although he will probably continue to take his meals through
> straws.
>
> Stupid, stupid man.
>
>
