This was just sent to me by a lady I've known for many years, so of course it must be true:
Fresh from my shower, I stand in front of the mirror complaining to my husband that my breasts are too small. Instead of politely telling me it's not so, he says: "If you want your breasts to grow, at least once a day take a piece of toilet paper and rub it between them." I'm not convinced, but 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 ask. "They will grow larger over a period of years," my husband replies. I stop. "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?"
[The foolish, foolish man is still alive. With a great deal of therapy, he may even walk again, although he will continue to take his meals through a straw for a very long time.]
Fresh from my shower, I stand in front of the mirror complaining to my husband that my breasts are too small. Instead of politely telling me it's not so, he says: "If you want your breasts to grow, at least once a day take a piece of toilet paper and rub it between them." I'm not convinced, but 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 ask. "They will grow larger over a period of years," my husband replies. I stop. "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?"
[The foolish, foolish man is still alive. With a great deal of therapy, he may even walk again, although he will continue to take his meals through a straw for a very long time.]
