asks the father, “Dad, how many kinds
of boobs are there?” The father,
surprised, answers, “Well, son, a
woman goes through three phases. In
her 20s, a woman’s Bosom s are like melons, round and firm. In her 30s and
40s, they are like pears, still nice,
hanging a bit. After 50, they are like
onions.” “Onions?” the son asks. “Yes.
You see them and they make you cry.”
This infuriated his wife and daughter. The daughter asks, “Mom, how many
different kinds of willies are there?”
The mother smiles and says, “Well,
dear, a man goes through three
phases also. In his 20s, his willy is like
an oak tree, mighty and hard. In his 30s and 40s, it’s like a birch, flexible
but reliable. After his 50s, it’s like a
Christmas tree.” “A Christmas tree?”
the daughter asks. “Yes, dead from
the root up and the balls are just for
decoration.
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