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Hey Dez - if you think this one is too much go ahead and delete it.
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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,theres three kinds of breasts.
In her twenties,a womens 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,when you see them 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,dead from the root up and the balls are for decoration only."
I just marked this as Non-PG13 for now. If anyone disagrees we can definitely discuss and go from there!
My mind goes to "boobies" the bird
The sun is always gonna rise up
You need to get up, gotta keep your head up
Look at the people all around you
The way you feel is something everybody goes through