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