A family is at the dinner table.
The son asks his father, 'Dad, how many
kinds of boobs are there?
kinds of boobs are there?
The father, surprised, answers, 'Well, son, there
are three kinds of boobs:
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 60, they are like onions'.
'Onions?'
'Yes, you see them they make you cry.'
'Onions?'
'Yes, you see them 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,
The mother, surprised, smiles and answers,
'Well dear, a man goes through
three phases.
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.
In his 30's and 40's, it is like a birch, flexible but reliable.
After his 60's, it is like a Christmas Tree.'
'A Christmas tree?'
'Yes - the tree is dead and the balls are just for decoration.'
'A Christmas tree?'
'Yes - the tree is dead and the balls are just for decoration.'
Received from my sister and just had to share ;)
Thanks Sandy ♥♥
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