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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. "
" 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 twenties, his willy is
like an oak tree, mighty and hard. In his thirties and forties, it is a
birch, flexible but reliable. After his fifties, it is like a Christmas
tree. "
" A Christmas tree? "
" Yes, dead from the root up and the balls are for decoration only."
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. "
" 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 twenties, his willy is
like an oak tree, mighty and hard. In his thirties and forties, it is a
birch, flexible but reliable. After his fifties, it is like a Christmas
tree. "
" A Christmas tree? "
" Yes, dead from the root up and the balls are for decoration only."