RubHer Yellow Ducky
12-11-2008, 07:21 AM
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> In a hospital, a gentleman had made several attempts to get into the men's restroom, but it had always been occupied.
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> A nurse noticed his predicament.
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> 'Sir,' she said. 'You may use the ladies room, if you promise not to touch any of the buttons on the wall.'
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> He went in, did what he needed to and, as he sat there, he noticed the buttons he had promised not to touch.
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> Each button was identified by letters: WW , WA , PP and a red one, labeled ATR.
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> Who would know if he touched them?
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> He couldn't resist... He pushed WW and warm water wa s sprayed gently upon his bottom.
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> What a nice feeling, he thought. Men's restrooms don't have nice things like this.
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> Anticipating greater pleasure, he pushed the WA button. Warm air replaced the warm water, gently drying his underside.
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> 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 was truly tender loving pleasure!
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> When the powder puff completed its pleasuring, he couldn't wait to push the ATR button. He just knew it would be supreme ecstasy.
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> Next thing he knew, he opened his eyes and found himself in a hospital bed. The nurse who had warned him was staring down at him.
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> 'What happened?!' he exclaimed. 'The last thing I remember
> was pushing the ATR button.'
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> 'I warned you not to touch the buttons; the ATR button is an Automatic Tampon Remover. Your penis is under your pillow.'
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> MEN NEVER LISTEN
>
> In a 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 went in, 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 and warm water wa s 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 was truly tender loving pleasure!
>
> When the powder puff completed its pleasuring, he couldn't wait to push the ATR button. He just knew it would be supreme ecstasy.
>
> Next thing he knew, he opened his eyes and found himself in a hospital bed. The nurse who had warned him was staring down at him.
>
> 'What happened?!' he exclaimed. 'The last thing I remember
> was pushing the ATR button.'
>
> 'I warned you not to touch the buttons; the ATR button is an Automatic Tampon Remover. Your penis is under your pillow.'
>
> MEN NEVER LISTEN
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