A family is at the dinner table. The son asks his father, “Dad, how many kinds of boobs are there?”
The father, surprised, answers, “Well, son, there’s 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. After fifty, they are like onions.”
“Onions?” asks the boy.
“Yes,” said the father, “you see them and they make you cry.”
This infuriated his wife and daughter so the daughter said, “Mom, how many kinds of willies are there?”
The mother, surprised, smiles and answers, “Well dear, a man goes through three phases. In his twenties, his willie is like an oak tree, mighty and hard. In his thirties and forties, it is a birch, flexible but still reliable. After his fifties, it is like an old Christmas tree.”
“A Christmas tree?”
“Yes, dead from the root up and the balls are for decoration only.”
Just Humor Me 
i love boobs
lol thats hilariously funny and true, thats y women get implants and y guys have 2 use viagra past 55
nice lines
Something my ex mother in law liked.She told me right out she was glad not to have large breasts like mine and glad that I was more busty than her and the rest of her in laws. The rest of her in laws including my ex sister in laws agreed.They all liked it and made light of it to me.That was their delight.for me to be the bustiest of the in laws.Cathy