Here’s a funny story about a dad who cracked wise at his wife’s expense for a family gag, but the joke ended up being on him! Check it out…
A family were sitting around the dinner table when the son turned to his father and asked, “Dad, how many kinds of boobies are there in the world?”
The father laughed. He thought about his answer and replied, “Well, son, there are three main kinds of boobs that you ought to know all about. The first? In her twenties, a woman’s breasts are a lot like melons… They’re juicy, round and boy oh boy are they firm! Then you got your second kind. In her thirties, forties and fifties, a ladies’ boobs, they’re like pears, they’re still nice, but they’re hanging a bit… And after sixty? Well, they’re like onions.”
“Onions?” The boy questioned.
“Sure. You see ’em and they make you cry!”
This really angered both his wife and daughter because it was so sexist. The daughter smirked at her dad, turned to her mom and said, “Mom, how many different kinds of willies are there out there?”
The mom, surprised, smiled sweetly and answered her kid. “Well, honey, a man goes through three phases himself. In his twenties, his willy is like an old oak tree: mighty, strong and hard. In his thirties, forties and fifties, it is like a birch tree. Flexible but still reliable. After his sixties, though? it is like a Christmas tree…”
“A Christmas tree, Mom?” The girl asked, puzzled.
“Oh, yeah. The tree’s dead from the root up and the balls are just there for decoration!”