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 tree is dead and
the
balls are just for decoration.
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 tree is dead and
the
balls are just for decoration.