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 arse, 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.
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 arse, 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.
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