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, PP20 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 is
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 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 button
ATR is an Automatic Tampon Remover. Your penis is under your pillow."
MEN NEVER LISTEN!
