Exclusive - This Husband Made Fun of Wife's Breasts at the Dinner Table But Her Revenge Came Unexpected!

Dinner tables are not only meant to be the spot in the house where the family eats, this is also the place where different kinds of conversation happen between family members. These conversations may run from the most serious ones up to the kinds which will make you laugh. This is the reason why dinner is considered as a perfect time to bond with the family.

One example would be this family featured in an article published by Newsner. This family just had a hilarious conversation while enjoying their meal on dinner. It all started when a boy asked his father a very intriguing question. His father answered him but it surprisingly drove his mother into madness that she made a bitter revenge for his father's response.

The son asked his father how many types of women's breasts existed. It is a very surprising question to pop at any dining table. However, no one can stop a curious boy from asking anything.

His father answered, "Well, son, there are 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,".

The last portion of the answer made the son more curious as he asked for the explanation as to why women's breasts at fifty are like an onion.

The father then answered again saying, "Yes, you see them and they make you cry,"

His response is something his wife and daughter did not want to hear. To their dismay, the girl asked, "Mom, how many kinds of willies are there?"

The mother did not hesitate to have her own explanation.

"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. And after fifty, it is like a Christmas tree,"

Just as like the little boy, the daughter was curious as well as to why would men's willies be like a Christmas Tree at fifty.

The mother replied, "Yes, dead from the root up and the balls are for decoration only!"