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 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 sixty, they are like onions.”
“Onions?”
“Yes. See them, and they make you cry.”
A young woman asks her mother, “Mom, how many kinds of penises are there?”
The mother, surprised, 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 sixties, it is like a Christmas tree.”
“A Christmas tree?”
“Yes. Dried up, and the balls are there only for decoration.