This story probably caught your attention before, but we felt compelled to share it with you again because it is so excellent.
A mother, father, son, and daughter are all seated at the dinner table as the narrative opens. The father begins discussing women’s chests with his kid after being questioned about it, saying that there are several kinds of breasts available. To gauge his wife’s reaction, he chooses to slightly alter his response as he continues. But when the mother made the decision to respond, she ends up winning.
“Dad, how many kinds of breasts are there?” the son asks.
The father, although surprised by the question, 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?” exclaims the son. “Yes, you see them and they make you cry,” the father replied.
Surprised by her dad’s answer, the daughter asks her mom about the types of willies out there.
With a huge grin on her face, the mom 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 a birch, flexible, but reliable. And after fifty, it is like a Christmas tree.”
“A Christmas tree?” asked the daughter, confused.
“Yes, dead from the root up and the balls are for decoration only.”
The dad, of course, stood silent. What a nice revenge.
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