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The Onion And The Christmas Tree


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Mar 29, 2005
A family is sitting around the supper table. The son asks his
father, "Dad, how many kinds of breasts are there? The father,
surprised, answers, "Well, son, there are three kinds of breasts. In her
twenties, a women's breasts are like melons, round and firm. In her
to forties, they are like pears, still nice but hanging a bit. After
they are like onions."
"Yes, see them and they make you cry."

This infuriated the wife and daughter so the daughter said,
"Mum, how many kinds of willies are there?" The mother, surprised,
smiles and looks at her daughter and answers, "Well dear, a man goes
through three phases. In a man's 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, dead from the root up and the balls are for decoration only"