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 women'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!!!"