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 n oticed

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

flower 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 open ed 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