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.