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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.
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.
