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Loading ...Mr. Blyth was shaving one morning when the can of shaving cream slipped from his hand and struck the toilet seat, scraping it. Knowing how particular his wife was about the bathroom, Mr. Blyth quietly slipped downstairs, found some paint that was just the right color, and quickly repainted the seat.
Late for work, he then hurried out, forgetting to leave a note about the seat. Thus, when his wife awoke and went to the bathroom, she found herself stuck to the seat.
Unable to move, she sat there crying until her husband came home for lunch. Apologizing profusely, Mr. Blyth unscrewed the toilet seat and helped his wife into bed, lying her face-down.
“What are we going to do?” she wailed, “I can’t spend the rest of my life wearing a toilet seat!”
“Don’t worry,” answered her husband, “I’ll call the doctor and see if he can help.”
Putting in a call to the family physician, Mr. Blyth delicately didn’t tell him what had happened but explained that there was no way his wife could go to his office. Reluctantly, the doctor agreed to stop by on his way home.
When the physician arrived, Mr. Blyth ushered him into the bedroom, where his wife got on her hands and knees and displayed her entrapped buttocks.
Mr. Blyth asked, “Well, doctor, you see why I called. What do you think?”
Stroking his chin, the doctor said, “I think it’s lovely, but why such a cheap frame?”
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