Dupontster
Would THIS face lie?
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 button s 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 flowers to this unbelievable pleasure.
The ladies restroom was more than a restroom, it is tender loving. When
the powder puff completed, he couldn't wait to push the ATR button which
he knew would be supreme ecstasy.
Next thing he knew he opened his eyes, 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 nurse replied, "The button marked ATR is an Automatic Tampon
Remover. Your penis is under your pillow."
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 button s 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 flowers to this unbelievable pleasure.
The ladies restroom was more than a restroom, it is tender loving. When
the powder puff completed, he couldn't wait to push the ATR button which
he knew would be supreme ecstasy.
Next thing he knew he opened his eyes, 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 nurse replied, "The button marked ATR is an Automatic Tampon
Remover. Your penis is under your pillow."
