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, 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 reme mber was pushing
the ATR button.

"The button ATR is an Automatic Tampon Remover. Your penis is under your
pillow."

MEN NEVER LISTEN

party on...

Dang!!!

YOUCH

LAUGHING AS I CROSS MY LEGS IN PAIN