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 

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 fifty, they are like onions."


"Yes, you see them - they make you cry!"

A young woman asks her mother, "Mom, how many kinds of willies are there?" The mother, surprised, answers, "Well, daughter, a man goes through three phases: In a man's twenties, a man's willy 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, all dried up - and the balls are there for decoration only." ------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Contributed by Peter]