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. and 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 things, 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 blossom to this unbelievable
pleasure.. The ladies restroom was more than a restroom, he thought, it is a tender
pampering experience.
When the powder puff completed its task, 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
Actually, men have a natural curiousity about gadgets. The fact that an ATR button even exists is proof positive that women are too lazy to remove it themselves.

OK, I'll crawl back into my cave now.
Schro
Only after I drag you in to my cave by your hair.
erm.. I forgot to mention, I'm rocking the sly look!!
soz brutha, gotta keep it PG-13!!

moving on...