| Happy Xmas
> The family is sitting 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
> woman's breasts are like melons, round & firm. In her thirties &
> 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 says, 'Mom, how
> many types of 'willies' are there?' The mother, surprised, smiles and
> answers, 'Well dear, a man goes through three phases. In his twenties,
> his willie is like an oak tree, mighty and hard. In his thirties &
> forties, it's like a birch tree, flexible but reliable. After his
> fifties, it is like a Christmas tree.'? 'A Christmas tree??'
>
> 'Yes dear, dead from the root up and the balls are for decoration only.' | 
Good one!
