The family is sitting at the dinner table...when 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 & firm. In her thirties & forties, they are like bananas, still nice, but hanging a bit. After fifty, they are like onions." "Onions?" "Yes, when you see them, and they just make you want to cry."
This infuriated his wife and daughter...so the daughter says, "Mom, how many types of "willies" are there?" The mother, surprised, smiles and answers, "Well dear, a man goes through three phases. In his twenties, his penis is like an oak tree, mighty and hard. In his thirties & forties, it's like a birch tree, flexible but still reliable. After his fifties, it is like a Christmas tree." "A Christmas tree??"
"Yes dear, completely dead from the root up....and the balls are just for decoration only."
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