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...

The ladies room

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