Monday, March 15, 2010


On a flight to Singapore, a gentleman had made several attempts to get
into the men's restroom, but it had always been occupied. The flight
attendant noticed his predicament. Sir, she said "You may use the
ladies room if you promise not to touch any of the buttons on the

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, 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 flowers 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 was in a hospital as he
opened his eyes.

A nurse was staring down at him with a smile on her face. "What
happened?" he exclaimed.

"You pushed one too many buttons," replied the nurse.

"The last button marked ATR was an AutomaticTampon Remover. Your balls
are in the bucket under the bed "


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