The son asks his father, “Dad, how many kinds of boobies are
there?” The father though surprised, answers, “Well son, there are three kinds
of breasts. In her twenties, a woman's breasts are like melons, round and firm.
In her thirties and forties, they are Like pears, still nice, but hanging a
bit. After fifty, they are like Onions.” “Why, Onions?” The son asked,
impatiently. “Yes, Onions son, you see them, and they make you cry.”
This infuriated his wife and daughter, so the daughter asks,
“Mom, how many Types of 'willies' are there?” The mother smiles mischievously,
and answers. “Well dear, a man goes through three phases in his life time. In
his twenties, his Willie is like an oak tree, mighty and hard. In his thirties and
forties, it's like a birch tree, flexible but reliable. After his fifties, it
is like a Christmas tree.” “Why, a Christmas tree?” The daughter asked, amused.
“Yes dear, a Christmas tree, dead from the root up and the balls are for
decoration only.”
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