A family is sitting around the supper table discussing anatomy.
Suddenly the son asks his father, “Dad, how many kinds of br****sts are there?”
The father, surprised, answers, “Well, son, there are three kinds of br***sts.
In her twenties, a woman’s br***sts 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, you see them and they make you cry.”
This infuriated the wife and daughter so the daughter said, “Mum, how many kind of male member are there?”
The mother, smiles, and looks at her husband and answers, “Well, dear, a man goes through three phases.
In a man’s twenties, his manhood 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 & the balls are there for decoration only!”