A woman started feeling a bit insecure as she reached her 40's and noticed that her breasts were beginning to sag. Speaking with some of her friends, she made it clear she wouldn't consider plastic surgery but just wished that she could do...something. One of her friends recommended a doctor and told her to schedule an appointment. He had amazing, non-surgical treatments for things like this, and the first consultation was free. Feeling she had nothing to lose, the woman made the call.
When she arrived in the office, the doctor asked her the usual medical questions, and she explained her situation. He nodded, saying he understood completely, and agreed that surgery was not a good option. His treatments, he then explained, were a bit unorthodox. "Every day, at least three times, simply massage your breasts in concentric circles and speak the following rhyme: "Mary had a little lamb, whose fleece was white as snow, and if I do this thrice per day, my breasts are sure to grow." The woman left the office more than a little skeptical.
On the way home, she was sitting alone in the rear of the bus, and couldn't help her curiosity. So, very inconspicuously, she started massaging her breasts under her coat and whispered: "Mary had a little lamb, whose fleece was white as snow, and if I do this thrice per day, my breasts are sure to grow."
A man a few seats in front of her unexpectedly turned around and asked: "Dr. Folman, on the corner of 24th and Park Ave.?"
The woman, surprised and mollified, responded, "I...well...yes. How in the world did you know that?"
The man made an obscene gesture with his hand and said, "Hickory dickory dock..."