A family are sitting around the supper table. 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 women'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, you see them and they make you cry!"

This infuriated the wife and daughter so the daughter said: "Mum, how
many kinds of willies are there?"

The mother, surprised, smiles and looks at her daughter and answers: "Well dear, a man goes through three phases. In a man's twenties, his willy is like an oak tree, mighty and hard. In his thirties and forties, it is 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 for decoration only!"

~ your thoughts create your reality ~