Onions and X-mas Trees
Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2005 10:22 pm
A family is at the dinner table. The son asks his father:
"Dad, how many kinds of boobies are there?
The father, surprised, answers::-2
"Well, son, there's three kinds of breasts.
In her twenties, a women's breasts are like melons, round and firm.
In her thirties to forties, they are like pears, still nice, but hanging a bit.
After fifty, they are like onions."
"Onions?"
"Yes, you see them and they make you cry." :p
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 twenties, his willy is like an oak tree, mighty and hard.
In his thirties and forties, it is a birch, flexible but reliable.
After his fifties, it is like a Christmas tree."
"A Christmas tree?"
"Yes, it's dead from the root up and the balls are for decoration."
"Dad, how many kinds of boobies are there?
The father, surprised, answers::-2
"Well, son, there's three kinds of breasts.
In her twenties, a women's breasts are like melons, round and firm.
In her thirties to forties, they are like pears, still nice, but hanging a bit.
After fifty, they are like onions."
"Onions?"
"Yes, you see them and they make you cry." :p
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 twenties, his willy is like an oak tree, mighty and hard.
In his thirties and forties, it is a birch, flexible but reliable.
After his fifties, it is like a Christmas tree."
"A Christmas tree?"
"Yes, it's dead from the root up and the balls are for decoration."