In a Chicago
hospital, a gentleman had made several attempts to get
into the men's restroom, but it had always been
A nurse noticed
"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
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
When the powder puff completed its pleasure, he couldn't
wait to push the ATR button which he knew would be
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 ATR is an Automatic Tampon Remover. Your
penis is under your pillow."
MEN NEVER LISTEN.