"Christmas tree?" "Yes, dead from the root and the balls hang there just for decoration. Her mom is a little surprised, but then she looks at her husband and answers: "Yes, my daughter, a man goes through three stages: At age 20, the penis is like an oak, stately and hard At 30 to 40 years, the penis is like a birch, flexible but reliable, after 50 years the penis will look like a Christmas tree. So that the daughter asks: "May I ask a personal question, Mama, how many types of penises are there?" This misogynistic display has the mother and daughter seeing red. "Yes, if you see them, they make you cry!" "At 30 to 40, the breasts are still like pears but hanging a little, after 50, the breasts are like onions. His father is a little surprised, but answers: "Yes, my son, there are three varieties of breasts." At 20, the woman has breasts that are like melons, round and firm. The young man asks his dad, "Dad, how many varieties of breasts are there?" After 60, they are like onions. In her 30s, 40s and 50s they are like pears, still nice but hanging a bit. In her 20s, a womans are like melons, round and firm. A family is sitting at the dining table getting ready for a holiday feast and the son asks if he can ask a question. 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.
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