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> uncharacteristicall y 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 butt, 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.> Stupid, stupid man
