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 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.
>>>
>>>When this stopped, he pushed the PP button. A large powder puff caressed
>>>his
>>>bottom adding a fragile scent of spring flowers to this unbelievable
>>>pleasure. The ladies restroom was more than a restroom.
>>>
>>>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 marked ATR is an Automatic Tampon Remover. Your penis is
>>>under
>>>your pillow.
>>>
>>>Men Never Listen.