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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 bre@sts. In her twenties, a woman’s bre@sts 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, see them and they make you cry.”
This infuriated the wife and daughter so the daughter said,
“Mom, how many kinds of pen!ses are there?”
The mother, surprised, smiles, and looks at her husband and answers,
“Well, dear, a man goes through three phases.
In a man’s twenties, his penis is like an oak, mighty and hard.
In his thirties and forties, it Is like a birch, flexible but reliable. After his fifties, it is like a Christmas tree.”
“A Christmas tree?”
“Yes, dead from the root up & the b@lls are there for decoration only!