Christmas At The Oriental

[Postie]

An Expat couple have organised a Christmas Day meal at the Oriental.

They have cordially invited other English guests.

The meal is a great success.

As they tuck in to the Christmas Pudding, the host rocks to and fro, clutching his throat.

"Oh my God!" Cries his wife.

"He's choking on the sixpence!

-Can anyone help?!"

A male guest rises from his seat.

Walks over to the stricken old fellow

and crushes his bo**ocks between his hands.

A gutteral bellow erupts from the old boys frame...

...Yet as he sinks, wheezing to the floor.

There lies the silver sixpence.

In the palm of his saviour's hand.

"Oh we are so lucky to have you at our table." sobs the wife.

"You must be a paramedic?"

"No madam...

I work for the Inland Revenue."