The MIRACLE of Toilet Paper

THE MIRACLE OF TOILET PAPER
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> 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.'
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> 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.
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> 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?'
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> Without missing a beat he says, 'Worked for your ass, 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.

Stupid man!

Bob, there are times when, as a man, it's just better to bite your tongue.

EastTexFrank said:

Bob, there are times when, as a man, it's just better to bite your tongue.

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Which starts 3 seconds after you say "I Do" and continues until "Death do you part".

It's a miracle in my house if the kids replace an empty roll