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Post by michele cryer on Dec 23, 2004 17:33:42 GMT
A family is sitting around the supper table. The son asks his father, "Dad, how many kinds of breasts are there? The father, surprised, answers, "Well, son, there are three kinds of breasts. In her twenties, a women'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?" "Yes, see them and they make you cry." This infuriated the wife and daughter so the daughter said, "Mum, how many kinds of willies are there?" The mother, surprised, smiles and looks at her daughter and answers, "Well dear, a man goes through three phases. In a man's twenties, his willy is like an oak tree, mighty and hard. In his thirties and forties, it is a birch, flexible but reliable. After his fifties, it is like a Christmas tree " "A Christmas tree?" "Yes, dead from the root up and the balls are for decoration only"
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Post by michele cryer on Dec 23, 2004 17:34:12 GMT
Two hunters were out into the woods when one collapses, and he doesn't appear to be breathing.
The other guy whips out his cell phone and calls emergency services. He gasps, "My friend is dead. What can I do?"
The operator says, "Calm down, I can help. First of all let's make sure he is dead."
There is some silence and a gunshot is heard. Back on the phone the guys says, "Okay, now what do I do?"
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Post by Steve on Dec 24, 2004 10:36:07 GMT
Again, like the Irish virus 'joke', some of these are the sort of stuff we need to get away from especially the "Paddy" joke and the "dumb blonde" stereotypes. Ever heard of internalising your oppression?
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Post by michele cryer on Dec 24, 2004 11:16:02 GMT
Okay Steve...point taken...these will be deleted
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