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Quote by Nallers
Onions and Chrtistmas 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 are three kinds of breasts" 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?"
"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, its dead from the root up and the balls are for decoration"
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