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That makes me think to Mr Beans during Thanksgiving... his head in the turkey's *ss...
A very old man is sit alone on a bench, in a park. A young man comes there and sees the old man is crying. He asks him why:
-I'm in love with a young girl... she's 22 years old..., says the old man.
-What's the problem?
-Each morning, before going to work, we have sex. At midday, she comes back home and we have sex again. In the evening she makes me blowjob. And she does it very well...
-But where's the problem? You seem to have a perfect relation!
-I can't have sex with her anymore! shouts the old man, and he starts crying again.
-Why?
-I forgot where I live!
A teenage daughter asks her mother:
- Mom, how many kind of penises are there?
The mother, surprised, answers, watching the husband (who is about fifty years old)!
- Well, uh. my daughter, in humans, it always goes through three phases:
... At twenty years, the man's penis in erection is as hard as oak.
... Between thirty and forty years is like bamboo, flexible but reliable.
... At fifty, it becomes a Christmas tree.
Father:
- A Christmas tree?!
Mother:
- Yes, dry, with dangling balls for decoration.
Then the son asks the father:
- And women's breasts, Dad, how many kinds of boobs are there?
The father, already angry, replies:
- Well, my son, there are three types too.
... In twenty years, a woman's breasts are like melons, round and firm.
... Between thirty and forty, they are like pears, still nice even if their form is poor.
... After fifty years, they become like onions.
Mother:
- Onions?!
Father:
- Yes, you look at them and you cry ..