ONIONS AND CHRISTMAS TREES

This is a good one. I'm hoping I can make you smile this cloudy and dreary Sunday.

A young boy asks his father, "Dad, is it OK for us guys to notice all the different kinds 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, who overheard the whole conversation, asks her mother, "Mom, how many kinds 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..."

"A Christmas tree?"

"Yep, dried up and the balls are only there for decoration...."

Happy Sunday to all!