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THE POSTMAN'S CORNER

Obstacles are those frightful things
you see when you take your eyes off your goal. 
~Henry Ford

GOOD MORNING POSTMAN FANS!!
Yesterday, we asked the question...
"what do you do when you want to cool off because it
is hot out." aside from using the airconditioning

Al says:
You better not let the War Department
catch you drip drying in front of the
fan you will be washing all the floors .  

Ed G says
Growing up here in New Jersey we spent some of our
summers at the shore. The sea was cool and wet
but burned our feet on the hot sand.

Rick says...
when its hot out, I like to go to my usptairs window,
and watch my neighbor sunbathing in her back yard.
Funny thing tho, it doesn't cool me off much,
but I still enjoy it.


Lloyd says
an ice cold beer sipped slowly while leaning
against the trunk of a ginormous maple tree with
a cool breeze out of the north west running in
front of a rain storm made it just about perfect. 

That is all the responses I got
apparently, the rest of you rely on the air conditioner
to cool off on a hot summer day:)
We do hope you enjoy today's issue!
Cordially
Martin aka the postman
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THE COMICS

the paramedic
http://www.thepostmanscorner.net/p071.html

rocks
http://www.thepostmanscorner.net/p072.html

a ride home
http://www.thepostmanscorner.net/p073.html

deep enough
http://www.thepostmanscorner.net/p074.html

just married
http://www.thepostmanscorner.net/p075.html
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LETS GO TO THE MOVIES

 

try lowfat
http://www.thepostmanscorner.net/da/a1209.html

great race
http://www.thepostmanscorner.net/da/a1210.html

striptease
http://www.thepostmanscorner.net/da/a1211.html
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POWER POINT DISPLAY

men and their bbq
http://www.thepostmanscorner.net/fpe/ppd734.html

Paris
http://www.thepostmanscorner.net/fpe/ppd735.html

A completely inebriated man walked into a bar and,
after staring for some time at the only woman
seated at the bar, walked over to her, placed his
hand up her skirt and began fondling her.
She jumped up and slapped him silly. He immediately
apologized and explained, "I'm sorry. I thought
you were my wife. You look exactly like her."
"Why you drunken, worthless, insufferable asshole!"
she screamed.
"Strange," he muttered, "you even sound exactly like her."
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You Know You're From A Small Town When...

• The local phone book has only one yellow page.

• Third Street is on the edge of town.

• The "road hog" in front of you on Main Street is a farmer's combine.

• You leave your jacket on the back of the chair in the cafe,
and when you go back the next day, it's still there on the same chair.

• You don't signal turns because everyone knows where you're going, anyway.

• No social events can be scheduled when the school gym floor is being varnished.

• You call a wrong number and they supply you with the correct one.

• Everyone knows all the news before it's published; they just
read the hometown paper to see whether the publisher got it right.

• The McDonalds only has one golden arch.

• A "Night on the Town" takes only 11 minutes.

• You have to name six surrounding towns to explain to people where you're from.

• Headline news is who grew the biggest vegetable this year.

• You can name everyone you graduated with.

• School gets cancelled for state sporting events.

• Anyone you want can be found at either the Dairy Queen or the feed store.

• Directions are given out using the stop light as reference.

• It was cool to date someone from the neighboring town.
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An Aussie went into an empty bar in New Zealand and
ordered a beer.  As he was walking around, he saw a
table about 6' x 4' with some lines marked 6"-10" from
one edge. Next to each line there are initials.
The man asked the bartender, "What are all those marks
on that table?" "It's a game the locals play, they pull
out their dicks, stretch them as far as they can and mark a line."
Our Aussie hero was hung like a horse and reckoned he can
beat all the lines he'd seen and asked if he could have a go. 
"Sure," was the reply.
As he pulled out his dick, a clear winner by about 3".
He started to mark his line down when the bartender said,
"No mate, us Kiwis start from the other side!"
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THAT'S ALL FOLKS
Have a nice day
FROM:
Martin aka the postman

 

 

 

 

 

 


 



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