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 are three kinds of breasts. In her twenties, a woman's breasts are like melons, round and firm. In here thirties to forties, they are like pears, still nice but hanging a bit. After fifty, they are
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