A family is 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 women'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, you see them and they make you cry."
>>
>> This infuriated his wife and daughter so the daughter said, "Mom, how
>> many kinds of 'willies' are there?"
>>
>> The mother, surprised, smiles and answers, "Well dear, a man goes
>> through three phases. In his twenties, his willy is like an oak tree,
>> mighty and hard. In his thirties and forties, it is a birch, flexible
>> but reliable. After his fifties, it is like a Christmas tree."
>>
>> "A Christmas tree?"
>>
>> "Yes, dead from the root up and the balls are for decoration only!
