GarrysPhrogg
18-11-2004, 10:13 AM
A young boy 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 her mother, "Mom, how many kind of
weenies 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 weenie 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 decoration."
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 her mother, "Mom, how many kind of
weenies 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 weenie 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 decoration."