Stabber
10-17-2015, 12:32 PM
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.
- 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.