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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 touchany of the buttons on the wall."
He did what he needed to, and as he sat there he noticed the buttons hehad promised not to touch.
Each button was identified by letters: WW, WA, PP, and a red one labeledATR.
Who would know if he touched them?
He couldn't resist.. He pushed WW. warm water was sprayed gently upon hisbottom.
What a nice feeling, he thought. Men restrooms don't have nice things likethis.
Anticipating greater pleasure, he pushed the WA button. Warm air replacedthe warm water, gently drying his underside.
When this stopped, he pushed the PP button. A large powder puff caressedhis bottom adding a fragile scent of spring flower to this unbelievablepleasure.. The ladies restroom was more than a restroom, it is tender lovingpleasure.
When the powder puff completed its pleasure, he couldn't wait to push theATR button which he knew would be supreme ecstasy.
Next thing he knew he opened his eyes, he was in a hospital bed, and anurse was staring down at him.
"What happened?" he exclaimed. The last thing I remember was pushing theATR button.
"The button ATR is an Automatic Tamp0n Remover. Your pen1s is under yourpillow."
MEN NEVER LISTEN
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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 touchany of the buttons on the wall."
He did what he needed to, and as he sat there he noticed the buttons hehad promised not to touch.
Each button was identified by letters: WW, WA, PP, and a red one labeledATR.
Who would know if he touched them?
He couldn't resist.. He pushed WW. warm water was sprayed gently upon hisbottom.
What a nice feeling, he thought. Men restrooms don't have nice things likethis.
Anticipating greater pleasure, he pushed the WA button. Warm air replacedthe warm water, gently drying his underside.
When this stopped, he pushed the PP button. A large powder puff caressedhis bottom adding a fragile scent of spring flower to this unbelievablepleasure.. The ladies restroom was more than a restroom, it is tender lovingpleasure.
When the powder puff completed its pleasure, he couldn't wait to push theATR button which he knew would be supreme ecstasy.
Next thing he knew he opened his eyes, he was in a hospital bed, and anurse was staring down at him.
"What happened?" he exclaimed. The last thing I remember was pushing theATR button.
"The button ATR is an Automatic Tamp0n Remover. Your pen1s is under yourpillow."
MEN NEVER LISTEN
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