> The family is sitting 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 woman's
> breasts are like melons, round & firm. In her thirties & 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 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 willie
> is like an oak tree, mighty and hard. In his thirties & forties, it's
> like
> a birch tree, flexible but reliable. After his fifties, it is like a
> Christmas tree." "A Christmas tree??"
>
> "Yes dear, dead from the root up and the balls are for decoration only."