> Fresh from her shower, a woman stands in front of the mirror,
> complaining to her husband that her breasts are too small.
> Instead of characteristically telling her it's not so, the husband
> 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 your breasts for a few seconds."
> Willing to try anything, the wife fetches a piece of toilet paper, and
> stands in front of the mirror, rubbing it between her breasts.
> "How long will this take?" she asks.
> "They'll grow larger over a period of years", he replies.
> The wife stops. "Why do you think rubbing a piece of toilet paper
> between my breasts every day will make my breasts grow over the
> years?"
> "Worked for your Arse, didn't it?"
> He lived, and with a great deal of therapy, may even walk again
> complaining to her husband that her breasts are too small.
> Instead of characteristically telling her it's not so, the husband
> 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 your breasts for a few seconds."
> Willing to try anything, the wife fetches a piece of toilet paper, and
> stands in front of the mirror, rubbing it between her breasts.
> "How long will this take?" she asks.
> "They'll grow larger over a period of years", he replies.
> The wife stops. "Why do you think rubbing a piece of toilet paper
> between my breasts every day will make my breasts grow over the
> years?"
> "Worked for your Arse, didn't it?"
> He lived, and with a great deal of therapy, may even walk again
