- Feb 17, 2008
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Don't touch the buttons
(funny)
In a Chicago hospital, a gentleman
had made several attempts to get into the men's
restroom, but it had always been occupied. A nurse noticed
his predicament. Sir, she said ' You may use the ladies
room if you promise not to touch any of the buttons on the
wall.'
He did what he needed to, and as he
sat there he noticed the buttons he had promised not to
touch. Each button was identified by letters: WW , WA , PP,
and a red one labeled ATR.
Who would know if he touched them?
He couldn't resist. He pushed
WW. warm water was sprayed gently upon his bottom. What a
nice feeling, he thought. Men's restrooms don't have
nice things like this.
Anticipating greater pleasure, he
pushed the WA button. Warm air replaced the warm water,
gently
drying his underside.
When this stopped, he pushed the PP
button. A large powder puff caressed his bottom adding a
fragile scent of spring flower to this unbelievable
pleasure. The ladies restroom was more than a restroom, it
was tender
loving pleasure. When the powder
puff completed its pleasure, he couldn't wait to push
the ATR button which he knew would be supreme ecstasy.
Next thing, he belted out a yell and
then he passed out.......when
he woke up, he was in a hospital
bed, and a nurse was staring down at him.
'What happened?' he
exclaimed. The last thing I remember was pushing the
ATR button. 'The button ATR is
an Automatic Tampon Remover. Your p***s is under your
pillow.'
MEN NEVER LISTEN
(funny)
In a Chicago hospital, a gentleman
had made several attempts to get into the men's
restroom, but it had always been occupied. A nurse noticed
his predicament. Sir, she said ' You may use the ladies
room if you promise not to touch any of the buttons on the
wall.'
He did what he needed to, and as he
sat there he noticed the buttons he had promised not to
touch. Each button was identified by letters: WW , WA , PP,
and a red one labeled ATR.
Who would know if he touched them?
He couldn't resist. He pushed
WW. warm water was sprayed gently upon his bottom. What a
nice feeling, he thought. Men's restrooms don't have
nice things like this.
Anticipating greater pleasure, he
pushed the WA button. Warm air replaced the warm water,
gently
drying his underside.
When this stopped, he pushed the PP
button. A large powder puff caressed his bottom adding a
fragile scent of spring flower to this unbelievable
pleasure. The ladies restroom was more than a restroom, it
was tender
loving pleasure. When the powder
puff completed its pleasure, he couldn't wait to push
the ATR button which he knew would be supreme ecstasy.
Next thing, he belted out a yell and
then he passed out.......when
he woke up, he was in a hospital
bed, and a nurse was staring down at him.
'What happened?' he
exclaimed. The last thing I remember was pushing the
ATR button. 'The button ATR is
an Automatic Tampon Remover. Your p***s is under your
pillow.'
MEN NEVER LISTEN
