A family is sitting around the supper table. The son asks his father, "Dad
how many kinds of B_reast are there?
The father, surprised, answers, "Well, son, there are three kinds of b_reasts. In her twenties, a women's b_reasts 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 kinds of willies are there?"
The mother, surprised, smiles and looks at her daughter and answers,
"Well dear, a man goes through three phases. In a man's twenties, his
willy 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?"
"Yes, dead from the root up and the balls are for decoration only"
hoho xmas tree!!
xmas soon
