A family is at the dinner table. The son asks the father - Dad, how many kinds of boobs are there? The father, surprised, answers - Well, son, a woman goes through three phases. In her 20s, a woman’s breasts are like melons, round and firm. In her 30s and 40s, they are like pears, still nice, hanging a bit. After 50, they are like onions. - Onions? the son asks. - Yes. You see them and they make you cry. This infuriated his wife and daughter. The daughter asks - Mom, how many different kinds of willies are there? The mother smiles and says - Well, dear, a man goes through three phases also. In his 20s, his willy is like an oak tree, mighty and hard. In his 30s and 40s, it’s like a birch, flexible but reliable. After his 50s, it’s like a Christmas tree. - A Christmas tree? the daughter asks. - Yes, dead from the root up and the balls are just for decoration. True that LOL.
Posted on: Fri, 23 Jan 2015 22:23:44 +0000
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