A family is at the dinner table, the son ask's his father, "how many kind's of boobs are there?"
The father answers, "Well son, there are 3 kind's of boobs"
"In her 20's, they are like melon's, round and firm. "
"In her30's to 40's, they are like pears, still nice, but hanging a bit."
"After50, they are like onions"
"Onions"
"yes you see them, and they make you cry"
This infuriates the wife, so the daughter said,
"mum, how many kinds of willie are there?"
The mum smile's and answers,
"A man goes through 3 phases,
"In his 20's his willie is like an oak tree, mighty, and hard"
"In his 30's to 40's, it is like a birch, flexable, but reliable"
"after 50, it is like a Christmas tree"
"A Christmas tree"
"Yes, the roots dead, and the ball's are just for decoration"