Fresh from my shower, I stood 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 fetched 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 replies.
I stopped and asked, '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 a straw.
Stupid, stupid man.
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 fetched 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 replies.
I stopped and asked, '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 a straw.
Stupid, stupid man.
