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.'
