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On a flight to Singapore, a gentleman had made several
attempts to get into the men's restroom, but it had
always been occupied. The flight attendant 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 was in a hospital as he opened
his eyes. A nurse was staring down at him with a smirk
on her face.
"What happened?" he exclaimed.
"You pushed one too many buttons," replied the nurse.
"The last button marked ATR was an Automatic Tampon
Remover. " Your balls are in the bucket under the bed "
attempts to get into the men's restroom, but it had
always been occupied. The flight attendant 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 was in a hospital as he opened
his eyes. A nurse was staring down at him with a smirk
on her face.
"What happened?" he exclaimed.
"You pushed one too many buttons," replied the nurse.
"The last button marked ATR was an Automatic Tampon
Remover. " Your balls are in the bucket under the bed "
