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A family is at the dinner table and the son asks the father, “Dad, how many kinds of boobs are there?” The father, surprised, answers, “Well son, a woman goes through three phases. In her 20’s, a woman’s breast are like melons, round and firm. In her 30’s and 40’s, they are like pears, still nice but hanging a bit. After 50, they are like onions.” “Onions?” the son asks. “Yes. You see them and they make you cry.”
This infuriated his wife and daughter. The Daughter asks, “Mom, how many different kinds of willies are there?” The mother smiles and says, “Well dear, a man goes through three phases also. In his 20’s, his willy is like an oak tree, mighty and hard. In his 30’s and 40’s, it’s like a birch, flexible but reliable. After his 50’s, it’s like a Christmas tree.” “A Christmas tree?” the daughter asks. “Yes, dead from the root up and the balls are just for decoration.”
This infuriated his wife and daughter. The Daughter asks, “Mom, how many different kinds of willies are there?” The mother smiles and says, “Well dear, a man goes through three phases also. In his 20’s, his willy is like an oak tree, mighty and hard. In his 30’s and 40’s, it’s like a birch, flexible but reliable. After his 50’s, it’s like a Christmas tree.” “A Christmas tree?” the daughter asks. “Yes, dead from the root up and the balls are just for decoration.”