>
> A family is at the dinner table. The son asks his father, "Dad, how
> many kinds of boobs are there?"
>
> The father, surprised, answers, "Well, son, there are three kinds of
> boobs. In her 20s, a woman's are like melons, round and firm. In her
> 30s to 40s, they are like pears, still nice but hanging a bit. After
> 50, 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 20's, his willy is like an oak tree,
> mighty and hard. In his 30s and 40s, it is like a birch, flexible but
> reliable. After his 50s, it is like a Christmas tree."
> "A Christmas tree?" "Yes. The tree is dead, and the balls are just
> for decoration."
>