A family is at the dinner table . The son asks the Father, "Dad how many kind's of boobs are there?".
The Father, surprised, answers. "Well son a woman goes through three phases . In her 20s a woman's breasts are like melons , round and firm. In her 30s and 40s they are like pears still nice hanging a bit. After 50. They are like onions. "Onions ?the sons asks, " Yes you see them and it makes you want to cry". This infuriated his wife and daughter. The daughter ask's "Mam how many different willies are there?". The mother smiles and say's "well , dear, a man goes through three phases also. In his 20's, his willy is like an oak tree , mighty and hard. In his 30s and 40s its like Birch , flexible but reliable . After 50s . Its like a Christmas tree." " A Christmas tree" the daughter asks. "Yes dead from the root up and the balls are just for decoration .



No need to go to the loo to check .