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.'