A family is at the dinner table. The son asks his
father, \"Dad, how many kinds of boobs are there?\" The
father, surprised, answers, \"Well, son, there are
three kinds of breasts.\"

\"In her 20\'s, a woman\'s breasts 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?\"

\"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 30\'s and 40\'s, it is like a birch,
flexible but reliable. After his 50\'s, it is like a
Christmas tree.\"

\"A Christmas tree?\"

\"Yes - dead from the root up and the balls are just
for decoration.\"