ONIONS & CHRISTMAS 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's three kinds of breasts. In her twenties, a women'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, "Mom, how many kinds of '*******' are there?" The mother, surprised, smiles and answers, "Well dear, a man goes through three phases. In his twenties, his willie 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 ***** are for decoration only."

 

...uh-oh, its on again.

 

that is great. funny stuff.

 

LT -- you're weird.

 

I have heard of wells before…

20’s: wet-n-fresh
30’s – 40’s: still flowing but needs priming
50’s plus: Wells dried up and now you have to buy them gallon jugs in the store.

 

when you are married it is a wishing well...

 

That's great LT

 

I am NOT!

 

Yes you ARE!


















And I LIKE it!

 

Well OK then....I guess I can be a LITTLE weird.

 

Yeah... you are. Very weird in fact. Similar to OW, I like it too.

 

Well I guess that's a good thing then?!!!