Three Stages of Breast Evolution

A young man asks his father, “Dad, how many kinds of breasts are there?”

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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 her thirties to forties, they are like pears, still nice but hanging a bit. After sixty, they are like onions.”

“Onions?”

“Yes. See them, and they make you cry.”

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Posted: April 24, 2026 (5 months ago)
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Topics: aging, relationships, sex
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