Ladies restroom

A gentleman had a serious problem. He had made several attempts to get
into the men’s restroom, but found it to be occupied. A lady noticed that he was walking funny, taking small steps, and with a look of pain and anxiety on his face. “Sir,” she said, “the ladies restroom is unoccupied. You may use it if you promise not to touch any of the buttons on the wall.” He was about to pop, and would have promised anything, so he agreed to her terms.

The relief was pure joy, and as he sat there, savouring the feeling, he noticed the buttons he had promised not to touch. Three white buttons were identified by the letters: WW, WA, and PP, and there was one red button labelled ATR. Who would really know if he touched them? He couldn’t just sit there and resist a challenge like this, so he pushed the WW button. Warm water was sprayed gently upon his bottom. Such a nice feeling came over him, The men’s restroom didn’t have nice things like this.

Anticipating even greater pleasure, he pressed the WA button. Warm Air
replaced the warm water, wafted and swirled about, gently drying his
underside. He knew what he was going to do when the warm air stopped, and without hesitation, he pressed the PP button. A large powder puff caressed his bottom, adding a fragrant scent of spring flowers to his unbelievable pleasure. The ladies room was far more than a restroom; it was a place of tender loving pleasure!

He could hardly wait for the powder puff to quit. When it did, he pushed what he knew was going to be the ultimate joy!…

He knew he was in the hospital as soon as he opened his eyes. A nurse was staring down at him with a smirk on her face. “What happened? How did I get here? The last thing I remember, I was in the ladies restroom!”
“You pushed too many buttons,” replied the nurse, as her smirk expanded to a grin. “That last button marked ATR is an Automatic Tampon Remover. Your penis is under your pillow.”

LOVE IS GIVING SOMEONE THE ABILITY TO DESTROY YOU, THEN TRUSTING THEM NOT TO.

Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, But rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, Vodka in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming…….WOO HOO, what a ride!