[Jokes] Postman Pat (fwd)

Steve Hill steve at navaho.co.uk
Thu Jul 17 08:20:39 BST 2003

It was Postman Pat's last day on the job after 35 years of carrying the post
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 dumb
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 love he had 
ever experienced. When he had had enough they went downstairs, where the
dumb blonde fixed him a giant breakfast: eggs, tomatoes, bacon, sausage,
beans 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 fiver 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**k him....Give him a fiver."
"The breakfast was my idea."

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