A young man 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, a woman's breasts are like melons, round and
firm. In her thirties to forties, they are like pears, still nice but
hanging a bit. After sixty, they are like onions."
"Onions?"
"Yes. See them, and they make you cry."
A young woman asks her mother, "Mom, how many kind of penises are there?"
The mother, surprised, answers, "Well, daughter, a man goes through three phases. In a man's twenties, a man's penis is like an oak, mighty and hard. In his thirties and forties, it is like a birch, flexible, but reliable. After his sixties, it is like a Christmas tree."
"A Christmas tree?"
"Yes. Dried up, and the balls are only there for decoration"
The father, surprised, answers, "Well, son, there are three kinds
of breasts. In her twenties, a woman's breasts are like melons, round and
firm. In her thirties to forties, they are like pears, still nice but
hanging a bit. After sixty, they are like onions."
"Onions?"
"Yes. See them, and they make you cry."
A young woman asks her mother, "Mom, how many kind of penises are there?"
The mother, surprised, answers, "Well, daughter, a man goes through three phases. In a man's twenties, a man's penis is like an oak, mighty and hard. In his thirties and forties, it is like a birch, flexible, but reliable. After his sixties, it is like a Christmas tree."
"A Christmas tree?"
"Yes. Dried up, and the balls are only there for decoration"
