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A young boy asks his father, "Dad,
is it OK for us guys to notice all the different kind of boobs?"
Surprised, the father answers, "Well
sure, son, we wouldn't be normal if we didn't. There are all
kinds of breasts depending on a woman's age. 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. After fifty, they are like onions."
"Onions, Dad?"
"Yeah, you see them and they make you cry."
Not to be outdone, his sister asks her mother, "Mom, how many kind of weenies are there?"
The mother, delighted to have equal time,
answers, "Well, dear, a man goes through three phases. In a man's twenties,
a man's weenie 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 in January."
"A Christmas tree?"
"Yep, dried up and the balls are only there for decoration."

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