A family is at the dinner table. The son asks hisfather, “Dad, how many kinds of boobs arethere?”The father, surprised, answers, “Well, son, thereare three kinds of Boobs. In her 20′s, awoman’s are like melons, round and firm. In her30′s to 40′s, they are like pears, still nice buthanging a bit. After 50, they are like onions.”“Onions?”“Yes, you see them and they make you cry.”This infuriated his wife and daughter so thedaughter said, “Mum, how many kinds of‘willies’ are there?”The mother, surprised, smiles and answers,“Well dear, a man goes through three phases.In his 20′s, his willy is like an oak tree, mightyand hard. In his 30′s and 40′s, it is like a birch,flexible but reliable. After his 50′s, it is like aChristmas Tree.”“A Christmas tree?”“Yes – the root’s dead and the balls are just fordecoration.”
Posted on: Tue, 22 Apr 2014 06:03:33 +0000
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