Geri Posted February 27, 2006 Share Posted February 27, 2006 Onions and Xmas Trees > > A family is at the dinner table. The son asks his father, "Dad, how many > kinds of boobies are there?" The father, surprised, answers, "Well son, > there's three kinds of breasts." > > "In her twenties, a woman'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." > > The son looked confused, "Onions?" > > "Yes. You see them and they make you cry." > > This infuriated his wife and daughter, so his 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 to forties, it is a birch - flexible, but reliable." > > "After fifty, it is like a Christmas tree." > > It was the daughter's turn to look confused, "A Christmas tree?" > > "Yes. Dead from the root up and the balls are for decoration only." > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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