A family is at the dinner table. The son asks the father, “Dad, how many kinds of boobs are there?” The father, surprised, answers, “Well, son, a woman goes through three phases. In her 20s, a woman’s breasts are like melons, round and firm. In her 30s and 40s, they are like pears, still nice, hanging a bit. After 50, they are like onions.” “Onions?” the son asks. “Yes. You see them and they make you cry.” This infuriated his wife and daughter. The daughter asks, “Mom, how many different kinds of willies are there?” The mother smiles and says, “Well, dear, a man goes through three phases also. In his 20s, his willy is like an oak tree, mighty and hard. In his 30s and 40s, it’s like a birch, flexible but reliable. After his 50s, it’s like a Christmas tree.” “A Christmas tree?” the daughter asks. “Yes, dead from the root up and the balls are just for decoration.”
Security at a bank seen a man that diposit thousand of dollars everyday so he disided to ask that man how do you make so much money man said I make bets, security: well what type of bets, man: I tell people I have 4 balls, Security I don't Believe you, man: You want to bet $100.00, Security well yeah is impossible I think I will win, man ok after closing time ill prove to you that I have 4 balls, security ok, so after the last person walks out the man said hurry up stick your hand in, security hey I won Here i feel two balls, man: ok you won but do you see a couple people up in the tall building I bet them $1,000 each that you will grab my balls.