Friday, August 21, 2009


In a Chicago hospital, a gentleman had made several attempts
to get into the men's restroom, but ithad 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 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. He was immediately knocked out by an excruciating pain.

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
balls are now in this jar, sir."