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Onions & christmas trees
A family is at the dinner table. The son asks his father,
'Dad, how Many kinds of boobs are there?
The father, surprised, answers, 'Well, son, there are
three kinds of Boobs:
In her 20's, a woman's are like melons, round and
firm.
In her 30's to 40's, they are like pears, still
nice but hanging 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 the daughter
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, mighty and
hard.
In his 30's and 40's, it is like a birch, flexible
but reliable.
After his 50's, it is like a Christmas
Tree.'
'A Christmas tree?'
'Yes - the root's dead and the balls are just for
decoration.'
'Dad, how Many kinds of boobs are there?
The father, surprised, answers, 'Well, son, there are
three kinds of Boobs:
In her 20's, a woman's are like melons, round and
firm.
In her 30's to 40's, they are like pears, still
nice but hanging 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 the daughter
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, mighty and
hard.
In his 30's and 40's, it is like a birch, flexible
but reliable.
After his 50's, it is like a Christmas
Tree.'
'A Christmas tree?'
'Yes - the root's dead and the balls are just for
decoration.'
