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 arse 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.
old as but always funny
When you fall off the pace with the car you brought to the race, I'll be the one who's flying by you kickin' sh#t in your face
heard it before but always makes me laugh.
We got rep back, yaaay!