Afer the baby, my wife used to complain regularly about her sagging breasts and how she thought she should have a “boob-job” to firm them up. Laying in bed one night, trying to fall asleep whilst she carped on about it for the umpteen-gazillionth time, I said to her, “Honey, why don’t you just use toilet paper?”
She scoffed, “What, you mean just stuff my bra with toilet paper?!”
“No,” I said, “you just take a little bit of toilet paper, fold it over, and rub it up and down between your breasts.”
She thought for a moment, then asked, “Well just how is that supposed to work?”
“I don’t know how it works,” I said, “but just look what it’s done for your ass.”
After about five seconds of silence, the beating started.
SO worth it!