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 ask.
>
> "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.
