A family is a the dinner table when the son asks his father, âHow many types of boobs are there?â Surprised, the father answers, âWell, son, there are three kinds of boobs⌠In her 20âs, a womanâs boobs are like melons; round and firm.
âIn her 30âs, 40âs and 50âs theyâre like pears; still nice but hanging a bit. âAfter 60, theyâre like onionsâ âOnions?â the boy asks. âYes, you see them and they make you cry.â This infuriated the wife and daughter, so the daughter turns to her mother and asks, âMom, how many types of âwilliesâ are there? The mother smiles and answers, âWell, DearâŚ
A man goes through three stages. âIn his 20âs, his willy is like an oak tree, mighty and hard. âIn his 30âs, 40âs and 50âs, itâs like a birch, flexible but reliable. âAfter his 60âs, itâs like a christmas tree. A tree? she asks. âYes. The tree is dead, and the balls are just for decoration.â