Family

A family is at the dinner table. The son asksthe father, "Dad, how many
kinds ofboobs are there?" Thefather, surprised, answers, "Well, son, a
woman goes through three phases. In her 20s, herbreasts are likemelons,
round andfirm. In her 30s and 40s, they are likepears, still nice,
hanging a bit. After 50, they are like onions." "Onions?" the son asks.
"Yes. You see them and theymake you cry." This infuriateshis wife and
daughter. Thedaughter asks, "Mom, how manydifferent kinds ofpenises are
there?" Themothersmiles and says, "Well,dear, a manalso goes through
three phases. Inhis 20s,hispenis is like anoaktree, mighty and hard.
Inhis 30s and 40s, it's like a birch,flexible but reliable. Afterhis
50s, it's like a Christmastree." "A Christmastree?" thedaughter asks.
"Yes: Deadfrom theroot up, and the balls are just fordecoration.