This has slight sexual undertones....read at own discretion!
Onions & Christmas Trees
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?"
"Yes, you see them and they make you cry."
This infuriated his wife and daughter so the daughter said,
Mum, how many kinds of 'willies' are there?"
The mother, surprised, smiles and answers, "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."
"A Christmas tree?"
Yes, dead from the root up and the balls are for decoration only.
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