A family were sitting around the supper table. The son asked his father,
"Dad, how many kinds of breasts are there? The father surprised,
answered,"Well, son, there are three kinds of breasts. In her twenties, a
women's breasts are like melons, round and firm. In her thirties to forties,
they have looked like pears, still nice but hanging a bit. After fifty, they
are like onions."
"Onions?"
" Yes, see them and they'll make you cry."
This infuriated the wife and daughter, so the daughter said: "Mum, how Many
kinds of willies are there?" The mother, surprised, smiled and looked at her
daughter and answered, "Well, dear, a man goes through three phases. In a
man's twenties, his Willy is like an oak tree, mighty and hard. In his
thirties and forties, it is like a birch, flexible but reliable. After his
fifties, it is like a Christmas Tree.
" A Christmas tree?"
"Yes, of course, dead from the root up and the balls are for decoration
only."
"Ooo... what's a pity.... Only decoration, Dad?"
currently listening to: michelle branch - till i get over u. tsk
currently missing the game
i wanna be: back home and tgk heroes.
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