THE POSTMAN'S CORNER
Don't be afraid your life will end;
be afraid that it will never begin.
-- Grace Hansen
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GOOOD MORNING POSTMAN FANS!
Well, inspite of popular opinion or desire,
here I am again, and I did not die. There were
those moments in the last 24 hours in which I may
have wished so. But alas, I pulled through with this god
awful coughing and cold. The war department attempted to get
me to the doctor: ya, right. The first available appmnt was in a week
and a half. Wonderful. But to make a rather boring story short,
I have started to improve a bit and not so bad as it was. My thanks
to all who wrote in expressing their concerns and prayers for me. Oh, and
by the way? it is true. A touch of J daniels mixed in with a good
splash of honey does just as well for a cough as any cough
syrup you can buy over the counter.
GO FIGGER!
We do hope you enjoy today's issue!
Cordially
Martin aka the postman
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THE COMICS
last night
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long shaft
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deoderant
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on facebook
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feminine
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LETS GO TO THE MOVIES
whats that noise?
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golf
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The banker saw his old friend Tom, an eighty year-old
rancher in town. Tom had lost his wife a year or so before
and rumor had it that he was marrying a "mail order" bride.
Being a good friend, the banker asked Tom if the rumor was true.
Tom assured him that it was. The banker then asked Tom the
age of his new bride to be.. Tom proudly said,
"She'll be twenty-one in November."
Now the banker, being the wise man that he was, could see
that the sexual appetite of a young woman could not be satisfied
by an eighty-year-old man. Wanting his old friend's remaining
years to be happy the banker tactfully suggested that Tom should
consider getting a hired hand to help him out on the ranch,
knowing nature would take its own course. Tom thought this
was a good idea and said he would look for one that afternoon.
About four months later, the banker ran into Tom in town again.
"How's the new wife?" asked the banker.
Tom proudly said, "Oh, she's pregnant."
The banker, happy that his sage advice had worked out,
continued, "And how's the hired hand?"
Without hesitating, Tom said, "She's pregnant, too."
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An Irishman walks into a bar and asks for two beers. He
then pulls a small green-skinned man out of his pocket and
puts him on the counter. As he's drinking one drink and the
green man is drinking the other, an Englishman down the bar
who has had a few too many drinks says "Hey, what's that
little green thing down there?" The green man runs down the
bar gives the Englishman a raspberry, SPLBLBLBLT! right in the
face and runs back to the Irishman. The Englishman mops himself
off and says to the Irishman, "Hey, what is that thing, anyway?"
The Irishman replies, "Have some respect. He's a leprechaun."
"Oh, all right." the Englishman says sullenly. They all go back to drinking beer.
An hour or so later, the Englishman is really plastered. "Boy,
that leprechaun sure is an ugly little b*stard!" he says. The
leprechaun runs down the bar and gives the Englishman a
raspberry again- SPLBLBLBLBT! This time the Englishman is really
mad! "Tell that leprechaun that if he does that again I'll cut his dick off!" he shouts.
"You can't do that" says the Irishman. "Leprechauns don't have those."
"How do they pee, then?" asks the bewildered Englishman.
"They don't," says the Irishman. "They go SPLBLBLBLBT."
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THAT'S ALL FOLKS
Have a nice day!
FROM:
Martin aka the postman
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