rivervalley
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Fresh from my shower, I stand in front of the mirror, complaining to my husband that my boobs are too small. Instead of characteristically telling me it's not so, he uncharacteristically comes up with a suggestion.
"If you want your boobs 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 boobs.
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 boobs every day will make my boobs 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.
Stupid, stupid man.
"If you want your boobs 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 boobs.
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 boobs every day will make my boobs 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.
Stupid, stupid man.
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