Onions and Christmas trees

[tdjordans3]

>> A family is sitting around the supper table. The son asks hisfather,
>>"Dad, how many kinds of breasts are there?
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>>The father, surprised, answers, "Well, son, there are three kinds of
>>breasts. In her twenties, a women's breasts are like melons, round and
>>firm. In her thirties to forties, they are likepears, still nice but
>>hanging a bit. After fifty, they are like onions." "Onions?" "Yes, see
>>them and they make you cry."
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>>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