A family is sitting around the supper table. The son asks his father,
> >> "Dad, how many kinds of breasts are there?"
> >>
> >> The father, surprised, answers, "Well, son, there are three kinds of
> >> breasts.
> >>
> >> In her twenties and thirties, a woman's breasts are like
> >> melons: round and firm.
> >>
> >> In her forties and fifties, they are like pears: still nice but
>hanging a
> >> bit.
> >>
> >> After sixty, they are like onions."
> >>
> >> "Onions?"
> >>
> >> "Yes, you see them and they make you cry."
> >>
> >> This infuriated the wife and daughter so the daughter said, "Mom, how
> >> many kind of penises are there?"
> >>
> >> The mother smiles, looks at her husband and answers, "Well, daughter,
>a
> >> man goes through three phases.
> >>
> >> In a man's twenties and thirties, his penis is like an oak: mighty
>and
> >> hard.
> >>
> >> In his forties and fifties, it is like a birch: flexible but
>reliable.
> >>
> >> After sixty, it is like a Christmas tree."
> >>
> >> "A Christmas tree?"
> >>
> >> "Yes, it's up only once a year, dead from the root and the balls are
> >> there for decoration only.
> >>
>