09-08-2017, 09:05 PM
Fresh from my shower, I see my wife standing in front of the mirror and hear her utter her usual comment that her breasts are too small. Instead of characteristically telling her it's not so, I uncharacteristically come 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"
She looked puzzled but fetched a piece of toilet paper and stood in front of the mirror, rubbing it between her breasts.
"How long will this take?" she asked.
"They will grow larger over a period of years," I replied.
She stopped.
"Do you really think rubbing a piece of toilet paper between my breasts every day will make my breasts larger over the years?"
I muttered to myself, just a little too loud: "Worked for your butt, didn't it?"
I'm still alive, and with a great deal of therapy, I may even walk again although I will probably continue to take my meals through a straw.
"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"
She looked puzzled but fetched a piece of toilet paper and stood in front of the mirror, rubbing it between her breasts.
"How long will this take?" she asked.
"They will grow larger over a period of years," I replied.
She stopped.
"Do you really think rubbing a piece of toilet paper between my breasts every day will make my breasts larger over the years?"
I muttered to myself, just a little too loud: "Worked for your butt, didn't it?"
I'm still alive, and with a great deal of therapy, I may even walk again although I will probably continue to take my meals through a straw.
