The Family Dinner
A family is at the dinner table.
The son asks his father, "Dad, how many kinds of boobies
are there?
The father, surprised, answers, "Well, son, there's three
kinds of breasts. In her twenties, a woman's breasts are like
melons, round and firm. In her thirties to forties, they are
like pears, still nice but hanging a bit. After fifty, 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 - each like a different type
of tree. In his twenties, he is like an oak tree, mighty and
hard. In his thirties and forties, it is a birch, 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!!!"
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