A teenage girl asked her mom at dinner:
MOM, how many types of penis are there?
The mother, surprised, responds while looking at her husband who is about 50 years old
Well, my daughter, in humans it happens in three phases.
At the age of 20, erect human penis is hard like an oak.
Between 30 and 40 years old, is like bamboo, flexible but secure.
At the age of 50, he becomes a Christmas tree.
The father said shocked: A Christmas tree?
Mother: Yes, all dry, with balls that dangle for decoration.
The son then asked the father: And the breasts of women, Papa, how many types?
The father, already angry, replied:
Well, my son, there are three types also.
20 Years, a woman's breasts are like melons, round and firm.
Between 30 and 40 years old, they are like pears, still enjoyable even if their form leaves much to be desired.
After 50 years, they become like onions.
Mother, surprised, asked:-onions?
Father: Yes, you look at them and you cry.
MOM, how many types of penis are there?
The mother, surprised, responds while looking at her husband who is about 50 years old
Well, my daughter, in humans it happens in three phases.
At the age of 20, erect human penis is hard like an oak.
Between 30 and 40 years old, is like bamboo, flexible but secure.
At the age of 50, he becomes a Christmas tree.
The father said shocked: A Christmas tree?
Mother: Yes, all dry, with balls that dangle for decoration.
The son then asked the father: And the breasts of women, Papa, how many types?
The father, already angry, replied:
Well, my son, there are three types also.
20 Years, a woman's breasts are like melons, round and firm.
Between 30 and 40 years old, they are like pears, still enjoyable even if their form leaves much to be desired.
After 50 years, they become like onions.
Mother, surprised, asked:-onions?
Father: Yes, you look at them and you cry.
