A family is sitting around the supper table.
> The son asks his father, "Dad, how many kinds of breasts are there?
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> 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 fifty, they are like onions."
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> "Onions?"
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> "Yes, see them and they make you cry."
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> This infuriated the wife and daughter .
> S o the daughter said, "Mum, how many kinds of willies are there?"
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> The mother, surprised, smiles and looks at her daughter and answers,
> "Well dear, a man goes through three phases.
> In a man's twenties, his willy is like an oak tree, mighty and hard.
> In his thirties and forties, it is a birch, flexible but reliable.
> After his fifties, it is like a Christmas tree"!
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> "A Christmas tree?"
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> "Yes, dead from the root up and the balls are for decoration only"