A young boy asks his father, 'Dad, is it okay to notice all the different kinds of boobs?' Surprised, his father answers, 'Well sure son, we wouldn't be normal if we didn't. There are all kinds of breasts, depending on a woman's age. In her twenties, a woman's breasts are like melons, round and firm. In her thirties they are like pears, still nice but hanging a bit. After fifty, they are like onions. 'Onions Dad?' 'Yeah. You see them and they make you want to cry.'
Not to be outdone, his sister asks her mother, 'Mom, how many kinds of penises are there?' The mother, delighted to have equal time answers, 'Well daughter, a man goes through three phases: In a man's twenties a man's penis is like an oak, mighty and hard. In his thirties and forties it is like a birch, flexible and reliable. After his fifties, it is like a Christmas tree. 'A Christmas tree?' 'Yep, dried up and the balls are only there for decoration.'
Not to be outdone, his sister asks her mother, 'Mom, how many kinds of penises are there?' The mother, delighted to have equal time answers, 'Well daughter, a man goes through three phases: In a man's twenties a man's penis is like an oak, mighty and hard. In his thirties and forties it is like a birch, flexible and reliable. After his fifties, it is like a Christmas tree. 'A Christmas tree?' 'Yep, dried up and the balls are only there for decoration.'
