Son : Dad, how many kinds of boobies are there?
Father : Well, son, there are three kinds of breasts. In her twenties, a woman's breasts are like melons, round and firm. In here thirties to forties, they are like pears, still nice but hanging a bit. After fifty, they are like onions."
Son : ??...Onions?
Father : Yes, you see them and they make you cry."
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Daughter : Mum, how many kinds of 'willies' are there?"
Mum : Well dear, a man goes through three phases. In his 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.""
Daughter : ??? A Christmas tree?
Mum : Yes, dead from the root up and the balls are for decoration only!
Saturday, April 07, 2007
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Good words.
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