Christmas Tree

A family was seated for supper in the dining room.

The son, asks his dad "Dad, how many types of breasts are there?"

His dad, who looked completely shocked, mistakenly swallowed the chicken he was chewing. He turned towards his son and answers, "Well, son, there are three kinds of breasts according to her life phases."

His wife and his daughter stopped eating to listen.

"In her 20s, her breasts are like melons, round and firm," The dad continues. "In her 30s and 40s, they are like pears, still nice, hanging a bit. After 50, they are like onions."

"Onions! How?" his son asks.

"Yes, onions. You look at them and they make you cry," his father answered as he sips his juice.

His wife's face reddened. She turned to her daughter and said, "Do you know how many kinds of penises are out there?"

"No mum." her daughter answered.

"Well, just like your daddy said about women, the man's private is also based on a man's life phases."

Everyone stopped eating to listen to her.

"In a man's 20s, his penis is like an Iroko tree, mighty and hard. By the time he gets to his 30s and 40s, it becomes like a Bamboo tree, flexible but fairly reliable. Unfortunately, after a man crosses to his 50s, the penis becomes a Christmas tree."

"A Christmas tree?" her daughter asks with mouth agape.

"Yes!" The wife smiled before she continued, "It is dead from the root up, and the balls hanging on it are just for decoration!"

The man simply stood up from the dining room and walked away in anger.