Three ages

[Big Ade]

A family is at the dinner table. The son asks the father, “Dad, how many kinds of boobs are there?” The father, is taken by surprise but answers, “Well, son, a woman goes through three phases. In her 20s, a woman’s * 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 son asks.

The father replies, “Yes. You see them and they make you cry.”

This infuriates his wife and daughter. So the daughter turns to mother and says, “Mom, how many different kinds of willies are there?” The mother smiles and says, “Well, dear, a man goes through three phases also. In his 20s, his willy is like an oak tree, mighty and hard. In his 30s and 40s, it’s like a birch, flexible but reliable. After his 50s, it’s like a Christmas tree.”

“A Christmas tree?” the daughter asks.

“Yes, dead from the root up and the balls are just for decoration.”