Fresh from my shower, I stood in front of the mirror complaining to my husband that my breasts are too small.
Instead of romantically telling me this was untrue, he uncharacteristically came up with a suggestion: 'If you want your breasts to grow, then take a piece of toilet paper and rub it between them for a few seconds every day."
Willing to try anything, I got a piece of toilet paper and stood in front of the mirror, rubbing it between my breasts.
"How long will this take?" I asked.
"They will grow larger over a period of years," my husband replied.
I stopped. "Do you really think rubbing a piece of toilet paper between my breasts every day will make my breasts larger over the years?"
Without missing a beat he said, "Worked for your bum, didn't it?"
The idiot is still alive, and with a great deal of therapy, he may even walk again, although he will probably continue to eat his meals through a straw.
