The Postman

[Not Now Kato]

Pat was doing his last day as a postie, 30 years man and boy. As he was delivering to houses the odd person would pop out to either wish Pat all the best, or give him a card, or bottle of whiskey etc.

Pat got to one house he always liked delivering the post to as the lady of the house was a hot, young and sexy lady, though a bit of a stereo type dumb blond. Still Pat secretly had the hots for her. He thought for a moment, a little sad, as he walked up the path how he wouldn’t see her anymore. As he went to put his post through the letterbox the door opened and she was there.

She invited him in, took him by the hand and led him upstairs. She spent the next hour making wild and passionate love to Pat like he’d never experienced it before. After that she took him downstairs to the kitchen and made him a full English breakfast. Once he’d eaten that she led him to the door and on his way out gave him a 5 pound note.

Slightly overwhelmed by all this Pat turned and said ‘thank you so much, but tell me why have you done all this?’

The young blond said ‘Well Pat I was discussing your retirement with my husband last night and he said to me ‘ah f**k him, give him a fiver’ . . . . . . ‘But the breakfast was my idea’!