blah blah blah.....it costs so much to be an art student.....and for so little promise of a monetarilly succesful carreer later in life youd think the teachers would have a heart.......god damn lab fees and the like......oh well.....samael and strapping young lad tonight at the masquerade....then of to mjq for cheep trip hop/ hiphop/jungle......(ie free and then pay for alchohol...yay!!)...........somebody make me smile....cmon i dare you....................adios
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But since you insist on our assistance... here goes:
A young boy asks his father, "Dad, is it OK for us guys to notice all the different kind of boobs?"
Surprised, the father answers, "Well, sure son, we wouldn't be normal if we didn't....there are all kinds of breasts...depending on a woman's age -- 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, Dad?" "Yeah, you see them and they make you cry...."
Not to be outdone, his sister asks her mother, "Mom, how many kinds of penises are there?"
The mother, delighted to have equal time, answers, "Well, daughter, a man goes through three phases. In a man's twenties, a man's penis is like an
oak, mighty and hard. In his thirties and forties, it is like a birch, flexible but reliable. After his fifties, it's like a Christmas tree."
"A Christmas tree?"
"Yep, dried up and the balls are only there for decoration."
Now go out there and enjoy some drinks!