A family is sitting around the supper table. The son asks
his father, “Dad, how many kinds of breasts are there?”
The father, 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 to
forties, they are like pears, still nice but hanging a bit.
After fifty, they are like onions."
“Onions?”
“Yes, Son: You see them and they make you cry.”
This infuriated the wife and daughter. So the daughter said “Mom, how many kinds of
penises are there?”
The mother, surprised, smiles and looks at her
daughter and answers, “Well dear, a man goes through three phases.
In a man's twenties, his penis is like an oak
tree, mighty and hard.
In his thirties
and forties, it is like a birch tree, flexible but still reliable.
After his fifties, it is like a Christmas
tree.”
“A Christmas tree, Mom?”
“Yes dear: it’s dead from the root up and the balls
are for decoration only!”
