Someone sent me this I though it was quite funny.
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?", the wife says.
"Yes, you see them and they make you cry."
This infuriated his wife and daughter so the daughter said, "Mum,
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."
