A family is at the dinner table.
The son asks the father, “Dad, how many kinds of boobs are there?”
The father, stunned, answers, “Well, son, a woman goes through three phases. In her 20s, a woman’s breasts are like melons, round and firm".
He goes on, "In her 30s and 40s, they are like pears, still nice, hanging a bit".
The father says, "After 50, they are like onions.”
The son asks, “Onions?”.
The father replies, “Yes. You see them and they make you cry.”
This infuriated his wife and daughter.
So the daughter asks,
“Mom, how many different kinds of willies are there?”
The mother smiles and answers, “Well, dear, a man goes through three phases also. In his 20s, his willy is like an oak tree, mighty and hard".
She goes on, "In his 30s and 40s, it’s like a birch, flexible but reliable".
The mother says, "After his 50s, it’s like a Christmas tree.”
The daughter asks, “A Christmas tree?”.
The mother replies, “Yes, dead from the root up and the balls are just for decoration.”
Family Dinner
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Family Dinner
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