It was Postman Pat's last day on the job after 35 years of carrying the post through all kinds of weather. When he arrived at the first house on his route, the whole family greeted him, hugged and congratulated him and sent him on his way with a gift cheque for £50.
At the second house they presented him some fine Cuban cigars in a beautiful hand made box. The residents of the third house handed him a case of 30-year-old Scotch whisky.
At the fourth house a blonde in her lingerie met him at the door. 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'd had enough they went downstairs where the blonde made 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. "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.
At the second house they presented him some fine Cuban cigars in a beautiful hand made box. The residents of the third house handed him a case of 30-year-old Scotch whisky.
At the fourth house a blonde in her lingerie met him at the door. 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'd had enough they went downstairs where the blonde made 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. "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.
