by Dianne
A family was
at the dinner table when the son asked his father, “Dad, how many kinds
of boobs are there?”
The father,
surprised, answered, “Well, son, there are three kinds of boobs. In her
20s, a woman’s are like melons: round and firm. In her 30s, 40s, and 50s,
they are like pears: still nice, but hanging a bit. After 60, they are like
onions.”
“Onions?”
“Yes,
you see them and they make you cry.”
This
infuriated his wife and daughter, so the daughter said, “Mom, how many
kinds of willies are there?”
The mother,
surprised, smiled and answered, “Well, dear, a man goes through three
phases. In his 20s, his willy is like an oak tree: mighty and hard. In his 30s,
40s, and 50s, it is like a birch: flexible but reliable. After his 60s, it is
like a Christmas tree.”
“A
Christmas tree?”
“Yes.
The tree is dead from the root up, and the balls are just for
decoration.”
