RE: Re: One for the boys!
And another
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 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.
But after fifty, they are like onions."
"Onions?"
"Yes, you see them and they make you cry."
This infuriated the wife and daughter, so the daughter
said, "Mum, how many kind of penises 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 - and the balls are there for
decoration only!