Joke

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. In his twenties, his willy 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 only."