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 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
