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 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 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.