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Chances are you have stumbled upon this story before, but it is so good that we had to share it with you again.
This story begins with a family of four, a mom, a dad, and their son and daughter sitting at the dinner table. After being asked about it, the dad starts talking about women’s chests with his son, explaining that there are different types of breasts out there. As he goes on, he decides to take a little twist on his response just to see his wife’s reaction. But when the mom decided to talk back, she has the last laugh.
“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 wilies 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.
