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Published October 07, 2008

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
is like
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

'Yes dear, dead from
the root up and the balls are for decoration only.'