phils little sister
19-10-2005, 15:59
Postman Pat's last day.....
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 £100.
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 a blonde in her lingerie met him at the door. She
took
him by the arm and led him up the stairs to the bedroom where she blew
his
mind with the most passionate love he had ever experienced.
When he'd had enough they went downstairs, where the blonde fixed him a
giant breakfast - bacon, eggs, tomatoes, sausage, waffles, fried bread,
mushrooms, black pudding and a big glass of freshly squeezed orange
juice.
When he was truly satisfied she poured him a mug of steaming coffee.
As she was pouring, he noticed a £5 note sticking out from under the
mug.
"All this was just too wonderful for words," he said, but what's the
five
pounds for?"
"Well," said the dumb 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 * * * him. Give him a fiver."
She smiled shyly and said, "The breakfast was my idea."
It was Postman Pat's last day on the job after 35 years of carrying the
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 £100.
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 a blonde in her lingerie met him at the door. She
took
him by the arm and led him up the stairs to the bedroom where she blew
his
mind with the most passionate love he had ever experienced.
When he'd had enough they went downstairs, where the blonde fixed him a
giant breakfast - bacon, eggs, tomatoes, sausage, waffles, fried bread,
mushrooms, black pudding and a big glass of freshly squeezed orange
juice.
When he was truly satisfied she poured him a mug of steaming coffee.
As she was pouring, he noticed a £5 note sticking out from under the
mug.
"All this was just too wonderful for words," he said, but what's the
five
pounds for?"
"Well," said the dumb 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 * * * him. Give him a fiver."
She smiled shyly and said, "The breakfast was my idea."