Fresh from my shower, I stand in front of the mirror complaining to my husband that my breasts are too small. Instead of characteristically telling me it's not so, he uncharacteristically comes up with a suggestion.
"If you want your breasts to grow, then every day take a piece of toilet paper and rub it between them for a few seconds."
Willing to try anything, I fetch a piece of toilet paper and stand in front of the mirror, rubbing it between my breasts.
"How long will this take?" I asked.
"They will grow larger over a period of years," my husband replies. I stopped. "Do you really think rubbing a piece of toilet paper between my breasts every day will make my breasts larger over the years?"
Without missing a beat he says "Worked for your ass, didn't it?"
He's still alive, and with a great deal of therapy, he may even walk again. Although, he will probably continue to take his meals through a straw.



The husband had just finished reading a new book entitled You Can Be
the Man of Your House. He stormed into the kitchen and walked
directly up to his wife, pointing a finger in her face, he said
sternly, " From now on, you need to know that I am the man of this
house and my word is law! You will prepare me a gourmet meal
tonight, and when I'm finished eating my meal. You will serve me a
scrumptious dessert. After dinner you are going to go upstairs with
me, and we will have the kind of sex that I want. After that, your
are going to draw me a bath so I can relax. You will wash
my back and towel me dry and bring me my robe. Then you will massage
my feet and hands. Then after that is done, guess who's going to
dress me and comb my hair"?

His wife replied, "The fricken' funeral director would be my guess."

Once there were three men, Dave, John, and Sam, who were involved in a tragic car accident in which all three died. As they stood at the gates of heaven St. Peter came up to them and said, "You will all be given a method of transportation for your eternal use around heaven. You will be judged on your past deeds, and will have your transport chosen accordingly."

St. Peter looked at Dave and said, "You, Dave, were a bad man. You cheated on your wife four times! For this, you will drive around Heaven in an old beat up Dodge."

Next St. Peter looked at John and said, "You, were not so evil, but you still cheated on your wife two times. For this, you will forever travel around heaven in a Toyota stationwagon."

St. Peter finally looked at Sam, and said, "You, Sam, have set a fine example. You did not have sex until after marriage, and you never cheated on your wife! For this, you will forever travel through heaven in a Ferrari."

A short time later, Jon and Dave pulled up in their cars next to Sam's Ferrari and there he is, sitting on the hood, head in hands, crying. "What's wrong, Sam?" they asked. "You got the Ferrari! You are set forever! Why so down?"

Sam looked up, ever so slowly opened his mouth and cried, "I just saw my wife go by on a skate board."