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Someone emailed me this today. 
She wrote:
THE MIRACLE OF TOILET PAPER
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 but he will probably continue to take his meals through a straw.
She wrote:
THE MIRACLE OF TOILET PAPER
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 but he will probably continue to take his meals through a straw.
