The family is sitting at the dinner table. The son asks his father, " Dad , how many kinds of boobies are there?"
The father, surprised, answers, "Well son, there are three kinds of breasts. In her twenties, a woman's breasts are like melons, round & firm. In her thirties & forties, they are like pears, still nice, but hanging a bit. After fifty, they are like onions."
"Onions?"
"Yes, when you see them, they will make you cry." L
This infuriated his wife and daughter so the daughter says, "Mom, how many types of "willies" are there?"
The mother, surprised, s miles and answers, "Well, a man goes through three phases. In his twenties, his "willie" is like an oak tree, mighty and hard. In his thirties & forties, it's like a birch tree, flexible but reliable. After his fifties, it is like a Christmas tree."
"A Christmas tree??"
"Yes, dead from the root up and the balls are for decoration only."