Zarro
13-12-2007, 03:56 AM
Onions & Christmas 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."
"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 - each like a different type of tree. In
his twenties, he 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 just for
decoration!"
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 - each like a different type of tree. In
his twenties, he 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 just for
decoration!"