A family is at the dinner table.
The son asks his father, 'Dad,
how many kinds of boobs are
there?'
The father, surprised, answers,
'Well, son, there are three kinds
of Boobs. In her 20's, a
woman's are like melons, round
and firm. In her 30's to 40's,
they are like pears, still nice but
hanging a bit. After 50, they are
like onions'.
'Onions?'
'Yes, you see them and they
make you cry.'
This infuriated his wife and
daughter so the daughter said,
'Mum, how many kinds of
'willies' are there?'.
The mother, surprised, smiles
and answers, 'Well dear, a man
goes through three phases. In
his 20's, his willy is like an oak
tree, mighty and hard. In his
30's and 40's, it is like a birch,
flexible but reliable. After his
50's, it is like a Christmas Tree.'
'A Christmas tree?'
'Yes - the root's dead and the
balls are just for decoration.