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 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, 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
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.”
Yes, dead from the root up and the balls are for decoration
only."
good