Onions and Christmas tree (the truth hurts...?)
A young man 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."
"Yes, see them and they make you cry."
A young woman asks her mother, "Mom, how many kind of penises are there?"
The mother, surprised, answers, "Well, daughter, a man goes
through three phases. In a man's twenties, a man's 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, dried up and the balls are there for decoration only."
Jul 9, '03
Oh how that is so true
Jul 9, '03
Onions! Yep, I'm crying. Still breastfeeding, but crying all the same.
Jul 10, '03
Hehehehehehehe, This was funny. I do believe that I fall into the pear stage of the game
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