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Comedy Time Do men listen - Hedgehog - 10-26-2007 THIS IS ENTIRELY TOO FUNNY!!!!! 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 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 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 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 ----------------------------------------------------------- Paddy staggered home very late after an evening with his drinking buddy, Mick. He took off his shoes to avoid waking his wife, Bridget. He tiptoed as quietly as he could toward the stairs leading to their upstairs bedroom, but misjudged the bottom step. As he caught himself by grabbing the banister, his body swung around and he landed heavily on his rump. The bottle of "Jameson" in each back pocket broke and made the landing especially painful. Managing not to yell, Paddy sprung up, pulled down his pants, and looked in the hall mirror to see that his butt cheeks were cut and bleeding. He managed to quietly find a full box of Band-Aids and began putting a Band-Aid as best he could on each place he saw blood. He then hid the now almost empty Band-Aid box and stumbled his way to bed. In the morning, Paddy woke up with searing pain in both his head and rump.Bridget sat staring at him from across the room. She said, "Paddy McGuire, ye were drunk again last night, weren't ye?" Paddy said, "Why are ye accusin' me of such a thing?" "Ah, well," Bridget said, "it could be the open front door; it could be the broken glass at the bottom of the stairs; it could be the drops of blood trailing through the house; it could be yer bloodshot eyes; but mostly, I'm thinkin', it's all those Band-Aids stuck to the hall mirror."