A family was at the dinner table.
Son asked his father—‘ Dad, how many kinds of boobs are there?
Surprised father answered–
‘Well son, there are three kinds of boobs.
In her 20’s, a woman’s are like melons, round and firm.
In her 30’s to 40’s, they are like pears, still nice but hanging a bit.
After 50, they are like onions.
Father— Yes, you see them and they make you cry.
This made his wife and daughter mad.
So the daughter said–Mom, how many kinds of ‘penises’ are there?
The mother smiled and answered– ‘
Well dear, a man goes through three phases.
In his 20’s, his penis is like an oak tree, mighty and hard.
In his 30’s and 40’s, it is like a birch, flexible but reliable.
After his 50’s, it is like a Christmas Tree.
Daughter- A Christmas tree?
Mom-‘Yes – the tree is dead and the balls are just for decoration.