Here’s one of Terry’s best:
A family is 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 breasts. In her 20s, a woman’s breasts are like melons, round and firm. In her 30s to 40s, they are like pears, still nice but hanging a bit. After 50, 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 20s, his willy is like an oak tree, mighty and hard. In his 30s and 40s, it is like a branch, flexible but reliable. After 50, it is like a Christmas tree’.
‘A Christmas tree?’
‘Yes - dead from the root up and the balls are just for decoration.’
2 responses so far ↓
1 watzzupsport // Jan 13, 2008 at 11:43 pm
Ha Ha does that mean we have to put our balls away in a drawer after christmas and wait another year till we get them played with again
2 Mark // Jan 14, 2008 at 12:54 am
Not even played with - just hung on a dead tree for visitors to laugh at
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