A young boy asks his father, "Dad, is it OK for us guys to notice all
the different kind of boobs?"
Surprised, the father answers, "Well, sure son, we wouldn't be normal
if we didn't....there are all kinds of breasts...depending on a woman's
age.
In her twenties, a woman's breasts are like [#ff0000]melons,[/#ff0000] round and firm.
In her thirties to forties, they are like [#ff0000]pears[/#ff0000], still nice but hanging a
bit. After fifty, they're like [#ff0000]onions.[/#ff0000]
"Onions, Dad?"
[#ff0000][size 3] [/size][/#ff0000][#ff0000][size 3]"Yeah, you see them and they make you cry...."[/size][/#ff0000]
Not to be outdone, his sister asks her mother, "Mom, how many kind of
penises are there?"
The mother, delighted to have equal time 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 fifties, it is like a Christmas tree in
January."
"A Christmas tree in January?"
[size 3][#ff0000]"Yep, dried up and the balls are only there for decoration..."[/#ff0000][/size]
