The family is sitting at the dinner table. The son asks his father,
"Dad, how many kinds of boobies are there?"
The father, while surprised, answers; "Well son, there are three kinds of breasts.
In her twenties, a woman's breasts are like melons; round and firm.
In her thirties & forties, they're more 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 says,
"Mom, how many types of 'willies' are there?"
The mother, also a bit surprised, smiles and says; "Well dear, a man goes through three phases.
In his twenties, his willie is like an oak tree, strong, mighty and hard.
In his thirties & forties it's like a birch tree, flexible but reliable. After his fifties, it's like a Christmas tree.
A Christmas tree?? Yes dear, dead from the root up and the balls are for decoration only.