A young boy asks his father, "Dad, is it OK for us guys to notice all
the different kind of boobs?"
Surprised, the father answers, "Well, sure son, we wouldn't be normal if
we didn't. There are all kinds of breasts depending on a woman's age. 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."
"Yeah, you see them and they make you cry."
Not to be outdone, his sister asks her mother, "Mom, how many kind of
weenies are there?"
The mother, delighted to have equal time, answers, "Well, daughter, a
man goes through three phases. In a man's twenties, a man's weenie 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
"A Christmas tree?"
"Yep, dried up and the balls are only there for decoration."