Bunb Blonde

Dumb Blonde

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>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 neighbourhood.

>

>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 gift cheque for $500.

>

>At the second house they presented him fine Cuban cigars in an 18-carat

>gold box.

>

>The folks at the third house handed him a case of 30-year old Scotch

>whisky.

>

>At the fourth house he was met at the door by a 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 he had had enough, they went downstairs, where the

>blonde fixed him a giant

>breakfast: eggs, tomatoes, ham, sausage, blueberry waffles, 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 $5 note sticking out from under the cup's

>bottom edge. "All this was just too wonderful for words," he said, "but

>what's the five dollars 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, "<deleted> him. Give him five

>bucks."

>

>She smiled shyly and said, "The breakfast was my idea."