of boobs are there?"
The father, surprised, answers, "Well, son, there are three kinds of boobs: In
her 20's, a woman boobs are like melons, round and firm. In her 40's to 50's, they
are like pears, still nice but hanging a bit. After 60, they are like onions."
"Onions?"
"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 20's, his willy is like an oak tree, mighty and hard. In his
40's and 50's, it is like a birch, flexible but reliable. After his 50's, it is
like a Christmas Tree."
"A Christmas tree?"
"Yes - the tree is dead and the balls are just for decoration."
