Onions and Christmas Trees
 

----- 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,
daughter, 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."
"A Christmas tree?"
"Yep, dried up and the balls are only there for decoration

:lol: nice one, it's funny because it has a base in reality.

Shit, I'm almost to the Birch stage. Better get it while I can!

Hahaha, dried up and balls are for decoration =D

Heard it before but still, it cracks me up :)

What are they called at my age?

Small ones ;)

I am in the birch stage and the wife has pears. It is only gonna get worse.