A family is at the dinner table. The son
asks the father, “Dad, how many kinds
of boobs are there?” The father,
surprised, answers, “Well, son, a
woman goes through three phases. In
her 20s, a woman’s breasts 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.
“Yes. You see them and they make you
cry.” This infuriated his wife and daughter. The daughter asks, “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.”

Lol....@decoration

[quote author=joewizzy247 post=38080846] A family is at the dinner table. The son
asks the father, “Dad, how many kinds
of boobs are there?” The father,
surprised, answers, “Well, son, a
woman goes through three phases. In
her 20s, a woman’s breasts 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.
“Yes. You see them and they make you
cry.”

seriously like onion it makes me weep buhahahaha