A guy on a long-haul flight
A guy on a long-haul flight is desperate to use the bathroom.
The men’s room is occupied, and he’s doing the potty dance in the aisle.
A sympathetic stewardess whispers, "Look, I’ll let you use the ladies' room, but you must promise: Do not touch the buttons on the wall. They are for female hygiene only."
He promises, rushes in, and relieves himself. As he sits there, he notices four buttons: WW, WA, PP, and ATR.
Curiosity gets the better of him. "Who’s gonna know?" he thinks.
He presses WW. A gentle spray of Warm Water washes his backside. "Man," he thinks, "The guys just get rough toilet paper. This is class!"
He presses WA. A stream of Warm Air dries him comfortably. "Unbelievable! Why don't we have this?"
He presses PP. A Poof of Powder scents the air and leaves him feeling fresh. "This is the greatest bathroom experience of my life!"
He looks at the final button: ATR. He thinks, "If the other three were that good, this one must be the finale." He pushes it.
Everything goes black.
He wakes up in a hospital bed with tubes running out of his arm and a dull ache in his groin. He sees a nurse and croaks, "What happened? The last thing I remember was the ATR button."
The nurse grimaces. "Yes, sir. You were having a great time until then. WW is Warm Water, WA is Warm Air, and PP is Powder Puff."
"Yeah, yeah, but what is ATR?" he begs.
"Sir, ATR stands for Automatic Tampon Remover.
Your penis is in the jar on the nightstand."