Boobs

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, a woman’sbreasts are like
melons, 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 infuriatedhis wife
anddaughter. Thedaughter asks, “Mom, how manydifferent kinds of willies
are there?” Themothersmiles and says, “Well,dear, a man goes through
three phasesalso. Inhis 20s,his willy is like anoaktree, mighty and
hard. Inhis 30s and 40s, it’s like a birch,flexible but reliable. After
his 50s, it’s like a Christmastree.” “A Christmastree?” thedaughter
asks. “Yes, deadfrom theroot up and the balls are just fordecoration.”