ONIONS AND CHRISTMAS TREES.

A family at the dinner table. The son asks his father,

‘Dad, how many kinds of boobs are there?’

The father, surprised, answers,

‘Well, son, there are three kinds of boobs:

In her 20’s, a woman’s are like melons, round and firm.

In her 39’s to 40’s, they are like pears, still nice but hanging a bit.

After 50, they are like onions.’

‘Onions?’, said the son.

‘Yes,’ said the father.’ 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 20’s, his willy is like an oak tree, mighty and hard.

In his 30’s and 40’s. it is like a birch, flexible but reliable.

After his 50’s, it is like a Christmas Tree.’

‘A Christmas Tree?’ said the daughter.

‘Yes,’ said the mother, ‘The tree is dead and the balls are just for decoration.’

I posted this in May 2013 for information, I have posted many blogs, and find it difficult to find new ones, for this I apologies…Thank you…Tans