Onions and Christmas Trees`
Posted: Wed Dec 03, 2014 1:18 pm
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 20s, 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, 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 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."
kinds of boobs are there?"
The father, surprised, answers, "Well, son, there are three kinds of boobs.
In her 20s, 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, 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 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."
