A Christmas Tale
A family is sitting around the dinner table one night when the son 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 fifty, they are like onions."
"Onions?"
"Yes, when you see them, they make you cry."
This infuriated the wife and daughter, so the daughter said, "Mum, how
many kind of penises are there?"
The mother, surprised, smiles, and looks at her husband and answers,
"Well, dear, a man goes through three phases.... In a man's twenties,
his penis 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 tree"
"A Christmas tree?"
"Yes, dead from the root up and the balls are there for decoration
only''