Joke of the Day
A family is at the dinner table. The son asks his father, "Dad, how many kinds of "boobies" are there? The father, surprised, answers,
"Well, son, there's three kinds of breasts. In her twenties, a woman'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, you see them and they make you cry."
This infuriated his wife and daughter so the daughter said, "Mom, how many kinds of "willies" are there?" The mother, surprised, smiles and answers, "Well
dear, a man goes through three phases. In his twenties, his willy is like an oak tree,mighty and strong. In his thirties and forties, it's like a birch,
flexible but reliable. After his fifties, it's like a Christmas tree."
"A Christmas tree?"
"Yes, dead from the root up and the balls are for decoration only."
Thought of the Day
Democracy must be something more than two wolves and a sheep voting on what to have for dinner.
-James Bovard, Civil Libertarian (1994)
