Post by srx600 on Feb 22, 2017 8:16:02 GMT
It was Postman Pat's last day on the job after 35 years of carrying the
mail through all kinds of weather to the same neighbourhood.
When he arrived at the first house on his route, he was greeted by the
whole family there, who all hugged and congratulated him and sent him on
his way with a gift cheque for £50.
At the second house they presented him fine Cuban cigars in an 18-carat
gold box.
The folks at the third house handed him a case of 30-year old Scotch
whisky.
At the fourth house he was met at the door by a blonde in her
lingerie. She took him by the arm and led him up the stairs to the
bedroom
where she blew his mind with the most passionate loving he had ever
experienced.
When he had had enough they went downstairs, where the blonde fixed
him a giant breakfast: eggs, tomatoes, bacon, sausage, blackpudding,
and freshly-squeezed orange juice. When he was truly satisfied she poured him a
cup of steaming coffee.
As she was pouring, he noticed a five pound note sticking out from under the cup's
bottom edge.
"All this was just too wonderful for words," he said, "but what's the
five pound note for?"
"Well," said the blonde, "last night, I told my husband that today
would be your last day, and that we should do something special for you.
I asked him what to give you.
"He said, "F*ck him. Give him a fiver."
She smiled prettily. "The breakfast was my idea."
mail through all kinds of weather to the same neighbourhood.
When he arrived at the first house on his route, he was greeted by the
whole family there, who all hugged and congratulated him and sent him on
his way with a gift cheque for £50.
At the second house they presented him fine Cuban cigars in an 18-carat
gold box.
The folks at the third house handed him a case of 30-year old Scotch
whisky.
At the fourth house he was met at the door by a blonde in her
lingerie. She took him by the arm and led him up the stairs to the
bedroom
where she blew his mind with the most passionate loving he had ever
experienced.
When he had had enough they went downstairs, where the blonde fixed
him a giant breakfast: eggs, tomatoes, bacon, sausage, blackpudding,
and freshly-squeezed orange juice. When he was truly satisfied she poured him a
cup of steaming coffee.
As she was pouring, he noticed a five pound note sticking out from under the cup's
bottom edge.
"All this was just too wonderful for words," he said, "but what's the
five pound note for?"
"Well," said the blonde, "last night, I told my husband that today
would be your last day, and that we should do something special for you.
I asked him what to give you.
"He said, "F*ck him. Give him a fiver."
She smiled prettily. "The breakfast was my idea."
