copy paste from email 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 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