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 women’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?” asked the son.
“Yes”, replied dad, “you see them and they make you cry.”
This infuriated his wife and daughter so the daughter said, “Mum, how many kinds of male dicks are there?”
The mother smiles and answers, “Well dear, a man goes
through three phases. In his twenties, his d*** 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?” enquired the daughter.
“Yes”, responded the mother. “Totally dead from the root up and the balls are purely for decoration!!”
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