Daughter asks her Mum: Mum, how many kinds of pen..es are there?
Mother 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 fifties, it is like a christmas tree.
Daughter asks: Christmas Tree?
Mother answers: Yes, dead from the root up and the balls are for decorations only.
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