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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 him characteristically
telling me it's not so, he uncharacteristically comes up with asuggestion that he said he read about in a medical journal which stated, "If you want your breasts to grow, then every daytake a piece of toilet paper and rub it between your breasts for a few seconds."
Willing to try anything to get larger breasts I did what he said, I got a piece of toilet paper andstanding in front of the mirror, rubbed 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.
husband that my breasts are too small. Instead of him characteristically
telling me it's not so, he uncharacteristically comes up with asuggestion that he said he read about in a medical journal which stated, "If you want your breasts to grow, then every daytake a piece of toilet paper and rub it between your breasts for a few seconds."
Willing to try anything to get larger breasts I did what he said, I got a piece of toilet paper andstanding in front of the mirror, rubbed 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.