Boobs and Willies

At the dinner table, the son asked his father, “Dad, how many kinds of boobs are there?”

The father answered, “Well, son, a woman goes through three phases. In her 20s, a woman’s breasts are like melons, round and firm. In her 30s and 40s, they are like pears, still nice, but hanging a bit. After 50, they are like onions.”

“Onions?” the son queried.

“Yes. You see them and they make you cry.”

This infuriated his wife and daughter, so the daughter asked, “Mom, how many different kinds of willies are there?”

The mother smiled and said, “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 remarked.

“Yes, dead from the root up and the balls are just for decoration.”

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