Fresh from my shower, I stood in front of the mirror complaining to my
husband that my breasts are too small.
Instead of romantically telling me this is not true, he
uncharacteristically comes up with a suggestion: "If you want your Breasts
to grow, then take a piece of toilet paper and rub it between them for a few
seconds every day"
Willing to try anything, I got a piece of toilet paper and stood 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 said "Worked for your bum, 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
husband that my breasts are too small.
Instead of romantically telling me this is not true, he
uncharacteristically comes up with a suggestion: "If you want your Breasts
to grow, then take a piece of toilet paper and rub it between them for a few
seconds every day"
Willing to try anything, I got a piece of toilet paper and stood 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 said "Worked for your bum, 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
if not press the green tab to tell me to f**Koff 