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- Mon Apr 16, 2007 12:48 pm
#279091
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 ass, 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.
PS This isn't true
"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 ass, 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.
PS This isn't true
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