ONIONS & THE CHRISTMAS TREE ;-Þ thíhehehe

   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 woman'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, "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."

 

Athugasemdir

[Ómar Ingi, 19.12.2008 kl. 21:29]

[Skattborgari, 19.12.2008 kl. 21:33]

Það er alltaf hægt að fara í lýtaaðgerð eða typpastækkun ef lífærin virka ekki lengur. 

Kveðja Skattborgari.

[Hólmdís Hjartardóttir, 20.12.2008 kl. 02:02]

  Christmas tree and onions.....................thats my age

[Sporðdrekinn, 20.12.2008 kl. 04:56]

Já öllu er hægt að breyta ef að viljinn er fyrir hendi.

Hólmdís: Hahahaha

[www.zordis.com, 20.12.2008 kl. 09:16]

Herregud!

Ég sem er að fara að setja upp jólagréð okkar í dag ... hugsa kanski eitthvað allt annað en tré???

[Dísa Dóra, 20.12.2008 kl. 18:44]

Segi eins og Zordis að ég mun sennilega hugsa svolítið annarlega þegar ég skreyti jólatréð á morgun hahahaha

[Sporðdrekinn, 21.12.2008 kl. 05:05]

hahahaha stelpur!