Hooray for Boobies.

Ladies for the record I think all of yor breasts are lovely.


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, "Mom,
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."