This Is Called True Insult

A  Family Is At The Dinner Table. The Son Asks His Father, “Dad, How Many Kinds Of Boobies Are There?”
The Father, Surprised, Answers: “Well, Son, There’s 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?“, Son Surprised
“Yes, You See Them And They Make You Cry.”
This Infuriated His Wife And Daughter So The Daughter Said: “Mum, How Many Kinds Of ‘Willies‘ Are There?”
The Mother, Surprised, Smiles And Answers: “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.”
“After His Fifties, It Is Like A Christmas Tree.”
“A Christmas Tree?“, Daughter Asked
“Yes, Dead From The Root Up And The Balls Are For Decoration Only.“