Postman always comes twice


It was the postman'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 congratulated him and sent him on his way with a big gift envelope full of fivers.

At the second house they presented him with a box of fine cigars.

The people at the third house handed him a selection of terrific fishing lures.

At the fourth house a strikingly beautiful woman in a revealing negligee met him at the door.

She took him by the hand, gently led him through the door, 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 she fixed him a giant breakfast, eggs, bacon, sausage, mushrooms, 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 50 pence coin siting in the saucer. "All this was just too wonderful for words," he said, "but what's the 50 pence for?"

"Well," she said, "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, "Screw him, give him a 50p."

The lady then said, "The breakfast was my idea."

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