Reminds me of a joke.
Woman comes home with a mirror to decorate the home. Or at least, that was the original intent.
"C'mere," she says to her boyfriend, "The strange saleswoman who sold me this said it's magical, that all I have to do is chant a rhyme starting with 'Mirror mirror on the wall' in the form of a wish or something you want changed, and it'll do it magically."
The boyfriend says, "Pretty cool. Only I can't think of any wall where it would fit."
She says, "How about on the closet door?"
He ponders, then says "Why not?"
So they get hammer and nail, and hang the mirror up on the door.
"Let me try it first," she says. "Oh, hang on. Since it's on a door and not a wall, shouldn't we change it to 'Mirror mirror on the door'...?"
He says, "I don't see why not," figuring that it was just a lot of hooey anyway, but not wanting to be a killjoy.
She stops and thinks. Being as unblessed as she was, she came up with this:
"Mirror mirror on the door,
Make my tits size forty-four."
Poof. With the rending sound of fabric tearing, her top spontaneously fills up with the speed of an automotive air bag.
She gasps, partly due to the surprise, partly due to the wind nearly being **91** of her.
He gasps, partly due to having his doubt eradicated in the blink of an eye, partly due to his previously flaccid member suddenly straining for release from his pants.
"Let me try that," he says incredulously. He starts his incantation:
"Mirror mirror on the door,
Make my penis hit the floor."
With a resounding 'Poof', his legs disappear.
