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Onions and Christmas Trees
A family is sitting around the supper table. The son
asks his father, "Dad, how many kinds of breasts are
there?"
The father, surprised, answers, "Well, son, there are
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, see them and they make you cry."
This infuriated the wife and daughter so the daughter
said, "Mum , how many kind of penises are there?"
The mother, surprised, smiles, and looks at her
husband and answers, "Well, dear, a man goes through
three phases. In a man's twenties, his penis is like
an oak, mighty and hard. In his thirties and forties,
it Is like a birch, flexible but reliable. After his
fifties, it is like a Christmas tree."
"A Christmas tree?"
"Yes, dead from the root up & the balls are there for
decoration only!"
A family is sitting around the supper table. The son
asks his father, "Dad, how many kinds of breasts are
there?"
The father, surprised, answers, "Well, son, there are
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, see them and they make you cry."
This infuriated the wife and daughter so the daughter
said, "Mum , how many kind of penises are there?"
The mother, surprised, smiles, and looks at her
husband and answers, "Well, dear, a man goes through
three phases. In a man's twenties, his penis is like
an oak, mighty and hard. In his thirties and forties,
it Is like a birch, flexible but reliable. After his
fifties, it is like a Christmas tree."
"A Christmas tree?"
"Yes, dead from the root up & the balls are there for
decoration only!"