Saturday, August 18, 2012

Not For GrandChildren Joke

This post is for grand parents ONLY

Its a bit rude at the end - so if you can't take one swear word bugger off now
Postman Pat's Last Day.

Hi Grand-Folks

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 villages and towns.
 
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
cheque for £50.
 
At the second house they presented

him an 18-carat gold watch.
The folks at the third house handed
him a bottle of 15-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 they went downstairs,
the blonde fixed him a full
English breakfast: Bacon,
Eggs, Sausage & Tomato
with freshly squeezed orange juice.
As she was pouring him a cup of
steaming coffee,
he noticed a pound coin in the saucer.
'All this was just too wonderful for words,'
he said, 'but what's the pound 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 I should give you'.
He said, 'Fuck him.... Give him a quid.'

She smiled shyly and said,
'The breakfast was my idea.'

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