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A family is driving through town. The son looks over and asks his father, "Dad, is it OK for us guys to notice all the differen kinds of boobs?"

Surprised, the dad 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 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, the daughter asks their mother, "Mom, how many kinds of boy thingies are there?"

The mother, delighted to have equal time, answers, "Well, daughter, a man goes through three phases. In a man's twenties, a "mans" boy thingie is like an oak, mighty and hard. In his thirties and forties, it is like birch, flexible but reliable... after his fifies, it is like a Christmas tree."

"A Christmas tree?"

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

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