When I was a child, my uncle used to tell us funny stories and occasional slightly dirty jokes. They always made us laugh and we enjoyed listening to him. One joke that he never told us, but I recently came across, reminded me of those times.
At a dinner table, a father finds himself in an unexpected situation. His son asks him a question about women’s breasts. Instead of giving a straightforward answer, the father decides to add a twist to his response, much to the dismay of his daughter and wife.
The son asks, “Dad, how many kinds of breasts are there?”
Surprised by the question, the father replies, “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. And after fifty, they are like onions.”
Confused, the boy asks, “Onions?”
The father responds, “Yes, you see them and they make you cry.”
This response infuriates the wife and daughter. The daughter decides to turn the tables and asks her mom a question about men’s private parts.
The daughter asks, “Mom, how many kinds of willies are there?”
Surprised yet amused, the mother smiles at her daughter and confidently replies, “Well, dear, a man goes through three phases. In his twenties, his willy is like an oak tree, mighty and hard. In his thirties and forties, it is like a birch, flexible but reliable. And after fifty, it is like a Christmas tree.”
Confused, the daughter asks, “A Christmas tree?”
With a mischievous grin, the mother explains, “Yes, dear, dead from the root up and the balls are for decoration only.”
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