Onions and Christmas Trees
This family is driving through town. The son looks over the seat and
asks his father, "Dad, is it OK for us guys to notice all the different
kind of boobs?" Surprised, the father answers, "Well, sure son, we
wouldn't be normal if we didn't....there are all kinds of
breasts...depending on a woman's age. 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."
"Onions, Dad?"
"Yeah, you see them and they make you cry...."
Not to be outdone, his sister asks their mother, "Mom, how many kind of
penises are there?"
The mother, delighted to have equal time, 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?"
"Yep, dried up and the balls are only there for decorations.
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