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A friend sent me this in E-Mail.
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 your breasts for a few seconds."
In a silly mood, 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.
"A few 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 grow 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.
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 your breasts for a few seconds."
In a silly mood, 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.
"A few 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 grow 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.
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