A family is at the dinner table. The son 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 breasts 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.”
Sunday, 28 December 2014
jokes of the day
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