Once upon a time during Christmas, one happy family is sitting at the dinner table. Suddenly the son asks his father,
Son: Dad, how many kinds of boobies are there?
At first the father was pretty surprised his son asked such a question.
Dad: Well my son…there are three kinds of breast actually. In her twenties, a woman’s breasts are like melons, round and firm. In her thirties and forties, they are like pears. Still nice my son…but they are hanging a bit. After fifty, they are like onions.
Son: I beg your pardon dad, did you just said Onions?
Dad: Yes my son. You see them daily and they’ll make you cry.
On hearing this conversation, mom and daughter are infuriated, and then suddenly the daughter asked out loud at the dinner table.
Daughter: Mom, how many types of willies are there?
Mom being “tulan” (agitated) by what her husband has told his son then answered her daughter.
Mom: Well dear, its like this one… a man goes through three phases. In his twenties, his willies are like an oak tree, mighty and hard. In his thirties and forties, it’s like birch tree, flexible but reliable. After his fifties, it is like a Christmas tree.
Daughter: I beg your pardon mom, did you just said Christmas tree?
Mom: Yes dear, dead from the root up and the balls are hanging for decoration only!!
Dad and son: