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, a woman's are like melons, round and firm.
In her 30s to 40s, they are like pears, still nice but hanging a bit.
After 50, they are like onions.
The father, surprised, answers ,Well, son, there are three kinds of boobs:
In her 20, a woman's are like melons, round and firm.
In her 30s to 40s, they are like pears, still nice but hanging a bit.
After 50, they are like onions.
Onions?
Yes,
'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, smiled and answered, Well dear, a man goes through three phases:
In his 20s, his willy is like an oak tree, mighty and hard.
In his 30s and 40s, it is like a birch, flexible but reliable.
After his 50s, it is like a Christmas Tree.
A Christmas tree?
Yes...the tree is dead and the balls are just for decoration.
Yes,
'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, smiled and answered, Well dear, a man goes through three phases:
In his 20s, his willy is like an oak tree, mighty and hard.
In his 30s and 40s, it is like a birch, flexible but reliable.
After his 50s, it is like a Christmas Tree.
A Christmas tree?
Yes...the tree is dead and the balls are just for decoration.
Moral of the story - be careful when you talk about woman.
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