Gut Rumbles

September 28, 2004


Via Catfish:

A young boy asks his father, "Dad, is it OK for us guys to notice all the different kind of boobs?" Surprised, the father answers, "Well, sure son, we wouldn't be normal if we didn't. There are all kinds of breasts depending on a woman's age... 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, Dad?" "Yeah, you see them and they make you cry."

Not to be outdone, his sister asks her mother, "Mom, how many kinds of weenies are there?"

The mother, delighted to have equal time, answers, "Well, daughter, a man
goes through three phases. In a man's twenties, a man's weenie is like an oak, mighty and hard. In his thirties and forties, it is like a birch, flexible but reliable. After his fifties, it is like a Christmas tree."

"A Christmas tree?"

"Yep, dried up and the balls are only there for decoration"

The truth hurts sometimes.


*LOL* that's a good one!

Posted by: Michele on September 28, 2004 06:34 PM

Mama would probably say that I resemble that remark. It's lousy getting old, the only thing going for it is that it's better than the alternative. Gotta go change the tinsel....

Posted by: delftsman3 on September 28, 2004 06:53 PM

If Mama's boobs didn't look like onions Daddy's weenie wouldn't look like a Christmas tree.

Posted by: Ralph Gizzip on September 28, 2004 10:17 PM
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