Fresh from my shower, I stand in front of the mirror complaining to my
> husband that my breasts are too small. Instead of characteristically telling
> me it's not so, he uncharacteristically comes up with a suggestion.
> If you want your breasts to grow, then every day take a piece of toilet
> paper and rub it between them for a few seconds.' Willing to try anything, I
> fetch a piece of toilet paper and stand 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 replies. 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 says, 'Worked for your a$$, didn't it?'[88]
> He's still alive, and with a great deal of therapy, he may even walk again,
> although he will probably continue to take his meals through a straw.