Friday, December 07, 2007



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
breasts. In her 20s, a woman's breasts 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'


'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 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 - dead from the root up and the balls are
just for decoration.'


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