A young woman asks her mother, "Mom, how many kind of p***ses are there?" The mother, surprised, answers, "Well, daughter, a man goes through three phases.
In a man's twenties, a man's p***s 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?" "Yes, dried up and the balls are there for decoration only." |
