From twenty to thirty if a man lives right, it's once in the morning and once at night. From thirty to forty if he still lives right, he misses the morning and sometimes the night. From forty to fifty it's just now and then. From fifty to sixty it's heavens knows when. His loving days are over his little light is out. What used to be his sex appeal is now his little spout. It used to be embarrassing to make the thing behave. For mostly in the morning it stood and watched him shave. But now his days are numbered it sure gives him the blues, to have it hanging upside down and watch him clean his shoes.
From twenty to thirty if a man lives right,it's once in the morning and once at night.From thirty to forty if he still lives right, he misses the morning and sometimes the night.From forty to fifty it's just now and then.From fifty to sixty it's heav
I'm sure it gets bigger, plus your knackers end up swinging round your knees
the wise old saying "the older the tree the bigger the conkers" springs to mind
I'm sure it gets bigger, plus your knackers end up swinging round your kneesthe wise old saying "the older the tree the bigger the conkers" springs to mind