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Thursday, February 11, 2010


Will update on my happenings soon once exams are over. For now, jokes! :D



MEN NEVER LISTEN!

The story goes like this:

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 notices 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 button. 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 know 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 testicles are now in this jar,

sir.'



MEN NEVER LISTEN, DO THEY?



(extracted from forwarded emails. HAHAHAHAH)