The Mailman

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One Monday morning a mailman is walking the neighborhood on his usual
route. As he approaches one of the homes he notices that both cars are in
the driveway, his wonder is cut short by Bob the homeowner coming out with
a load of empty beer and liquor bottles.
"Wow Bob, looks like you guys had a hell of a party last night." The
Mailman comments, Bob in obvious pain replies," Actually we had it
Saturday night, this is the first I have felt like moving since 4 am
Sunday morning." We had a about fifteen couples from around the neighborhood over for the Christmas Cheer and got a bit wild. Hell we even got so drunk that
around midnight we started playing WHO AM I."
The Mailman thinks a moment and says, " How do you play that?"
Bob continues between hung over gasps," Well all the guys go in the
bedroom
and we come out one at a time with a sheet covering us and only our
"units"
showing through a hole in the sheet. Then the women try to guess who it is."
The Mailman laughs and says," Damn I am sorry I missed that."
"Probably a good thing you did," Bob responds," your name was guessed four
or five times."

[redsquirrel]

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[bigpetefox]

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The mailman's last day
It was the mailman's last day on the job after 35 years of carrying the
mail through all kinds of weather to the same neighborhood.
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. At the second house they presented him with a box of fine cigars.
The folks at the third house handed him a selection of terrific fishing
lures. At the fourth house he was met at the door by a strikingly beautiful blonde
woman in a revealing negligee. She took him by the hand, gently led him
through the door (which she closed behind him), 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, potatoes, ham, sausage, blueberry waffles, and
fresh-squeezed orange juice. When he was truly satisfied she poured him a >cup of steaming coffee.
As she was pouring, he noticed a dollar bill sticking out from under the
cup's bottom edge. "All this was just too wonderful for words," he said, >"but what's the dollar 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 dollar!"
The blonde then said, "The breakfast was my idea"