Fresh from her bath, she stood before the mirror, drying her hair with the towel, and said to her husband, who was in the living room reading the paper, that her breasts were too small, and waited for his usual comforting words that her breasts were just perfect.

But this time the words were not forthcoming.

Instead, he told her "Why don't you take some o' that poopaper and rub it between yer breasts?"

She looked over at the roll of toilet paper. Willing to try anything, she unrolled some of the paper, and stood before the mirror, rubbing it between her breasts. "How long will this take?" she asks.

"Oh, a coupla times a day and they'll get bigger over time" he replies.

She was rubbing away, and asked: "How do you know this'll work?"

He said: "Werked fer yer ass didnit?"




He survived, and with extensive therapy, may even walk again.

I must be rubbing that shit on my gut.