You may have come across this story before, but it’s such a delightful tale that we couldn’t resist sharing it with you once more.
The scene unfolds around a family of four seated at the dinner table—an affectionate mom, a caring dad, and their son and daughter. During the course of their mealtime conversation, the dad is asked by his son about the different types of breasts. In an unexpected twist, the father decides to playfully provoke his wife’s reaction. However, little did he know that the mom would have the last laugh.
Curious, the son inquires, “Dad, how many kinds of breasts are there?”
The father, taken aback by the question, replies, “Well, son, there are three kinds of breasts. During her twenties, a woman’s breasts are akin to melons—round and firm. In her thirties to forties, they resemble pears—still lovely, but with a slight droop. And after fifty, they are like onions.”
“Onions?” exclaims the son.
“Yes, you look at them, and they bring tears to your eyes,” the father responds with a chuckle.
Astounded by her father’s answer, the daughter turns to her mother to inquire about the various stages of male anatomy. Sporting a wide grin, the mom replies, “Well, dear, a man goes through three phases. In his twenties, his ‘willy’ is like an oak tree—strong and rigid. In his thirties and forties, it becomes a birch—flexible yet dependable. And after fifty, it resembles a Christmas tree.”
“A Christmas tree?” the daughter asks, perplexed.
“Yes, dear, it’s lifeless from the roots up, and the balls serve only as decoration,” the mom playfully retorts.
Needless to say, the dad remains silent, completely taken aback. What a delightful form of revenge!
If this story brought a smile to your face, we encourage you to share it with your loved ones. Laughter is meant to be shared, after all.
