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 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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