Newsbuggy's Blog

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, 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 felling, he thought. Men 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