December 20, 2007

•  The Onion and the Christmas Tree

   The Family is sitting at the dinner table, 

  when suddenly the young 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 & firm. In her thirties
  
  and forties, they are like pears, still nice, but hanging a bit. 

  After fifty, they are like onions.’

  
  
  ‘Onions?’ asks the son.

  
  
  ‘Yes, you see them, and they make you cry.’ 

  
  
  This infuriated his wife and daughter so the daughter says,

   ‘Mom, how many types of ‘willies’ are there?’

  
  
  The mother, surprised, smiles and answers, ‘Well dear, a man goes through three phases.
  
  In his twenties, his willie is like an oak tree, mighty and hard. 

  In his thirties & forties, it’s like 
  
  a birch tree, flexible but reliable. After his fifties, it is like a Christmas tree.’

   
  
  ‘A Christmas tree??’ says the astonished daughter.

  
  
  ‘Yes dear, dead from the root up and the balls are for decoration only.’

  
  

   

  
  

   

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