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Gordon Stewart <[log in to unmask]>
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St. John's University Cerebral Palsy List
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Wed, 27 Sep 2000 12:57:09 +1200
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Hi beth - Im just writing this to get myself calm down..
- Very funny joke / message - I cant forward it, as every time i look at it I crack up.. - wait till people start going home - & no one is around - i'll send it...

ok - im calm now - here goes :-

- i'll  reply to your message next...


DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU ARE GOING TO LAUGH
- from work-mate



MEN DON'T LISTEN....

On a flight to Chicago, a gentleman had a serious problem. He had
made several attempts to get into the men's restroom, but it had always
been occupied.
The Stewardess noticed that he was walking short steps and had a
look of pain on his face. "Sir," she said, "you may use the
ladies room if you promise not to touch any of the buttons on the wall."
He would have promised anything and said so. The relief was pure
joy, and as he sat there savouring the feeling, he noticed the buttons he had
promised not to touch. Each button was identified by letters:
WW, WA, PP, and a red one labelled 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.
He knew he was in a hospital as soon 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 testicles are under your pillow."

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