My Dad sent me this...
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 ask.
"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 a
straw.
Stupid, stupid man.
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