Joke Of The Day - Three Kinds
A family is at the dinner table. The son asks his father, "Dad, how many kinds of boobs 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're like pears, still nice but hanging a bit. After fifty, they're like onions."
"Onions?" asks the boy.
"Yes," says the father, "you see them and they make you cry."
This infuriates his wife and daughter. In a snarky voice, the daughter asks, "Mom, how many kinds of willies are there?"
The mother smiles and answers, "Well dear, a man goes through three phases. In his twenties, his willie is like an oak tree, mighty and hard. In his thirties and forties, it is a birch, flexible but still reliable. After his fifties, it's like an old Christmas tree."
"A Christmas tree?" the daughter asks.
"Yes, dead from the root up and the balls are for decoration only."
courtesy Ask Men
"Onions?" asks the boy.
"Yes," says the father, "you see them and they make you cry."
This infuriates his wife and daughter. In a snarky voice, the daughter asks, "Mom, how many kinds of willies are there?"
The mother smiles and answers, "Well dear, a man goes through three phases. In his twenties, his willie is like an oak tree, mighty and hard. In his thirties and forties, it is a birch, flexible but still reliable. After his fifties, it's like an old Christmas tree."
"A Christmas tree?" the daughter asks.
"Yes, dead from the root up and the balls are for decoration only."
courtesy Ask Men
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