THE POSTMAN'S CORNER!
If a fellow is not thankful for what he has got,
its likely he won't appreciate what he will get.
GOOD MORNING POSTMAN FANS!
HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO ALL!
May your stuffing be tasty
And your turkey plump,
May your potatoes and gravy
Have never a lump.
May your yams be delicious
And your pies take the prize,
And may your Thanksgiving dinner
Stay off your thighs!
We do hope you enjoy today's issue!
Cordially
Martin aka the postman
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THE COMICS
flamingo
http://www.thepostmanscorner.net/z101.html
breasts
http://www.thepostmanscorner.net/z102.html
on facebook
http://www.thepostmanscorner.net/z103.html
pickup lines
http://www.thepostmanscorner.net/z104.html
yes doc
http://www.thepostmanscorner.net/z105.html
the true meaning
http://www.thepostmanscorner.net/z106.html
vegan
http://www.thepostmanscorner.net/z107.html
the farmer
http://www.thepostmanscorner.net/z108.html
favorite part
http://www.thepostmanscorner.net/z109.html
your ass
http://www.thepostmanscorner.net/z110.html
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LETS GO TO THE MOVIES
Red Green's Christmas Turkey Bake
http://www.thepostmanscorner.net/da/a2558.html
A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving
http://www.thepostmanscorner.net/da/a2559.html
Jerky Turkey
http://www.thepostmanscorner.net/da/a2560.html
Do the Turkey!
http://www.thepostmanscorner.net/da/a2561.html
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I saw you across a crowded room. Among all the others
that were there, the lights seemed to shine down on
you alone. I knew then I had to have you for my own.
Willingly, you came with me to my home. From the car,
I carried you through the door.
Looking at you, I admired your body, your well shaped
legs and breasts. Slowly, I remove what wraps around your
body so tightly, fitting you like a glove, exposing your
tender white skin. From your neck I remove your charms,
and carry you off in my arms, to the warm water that awaits.
The water cascades down your neck, flowing over your
soft breasts, then making your legs glisten with wetness.
Droplets of water cover your taut skin. My hands rub your
body, ummmm .......running them through the beads of
water. Making them trickle down off your body.
I place my fingers inside you. You are warm and moist,
so ready. I carry your still dripping body to a laying place,
so that I can put inside you what was well prepared to enter
you before we even came through the door. As soon as I lay
you down your legs spread open wide. You are ready now and so am I.
I put a little in, slowly at first, getting a feel for how
much you can take in. I put in more; you take it willingly.
In anticipation, faster and faster I put it in, pushing it
deeply as far as I can, until I can't put any more in! You are so tight.
With your legs wrapped tightly, not wanting to release any
of it, I make you hot for a very long time, until your
sweet juices escape from within.
Then I taste you, with my tongue at first; your skin is
so soft and tender. I taste more of you with my mouth,
you are so hot and moist, you taste so good.
Your juices coating my mouth, making me drool in anticipation
of eating you more, with every taste.
"Oh yes", I say to you, I must say Grace,
"Thank God for Butterball turkey.... Amen"
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'Twas the night of Thanksgiving,
but I just couldn't sleep...
I tried counting backwards,
I tried counting sheep.
The leftovers beckoned...the dark meat and white,
but I fought the temptation with all of my might.
Tossing and turning with anticipation,
the thought of a snack became infatuation.
So, I raced to the kitchen, flung open the door
and gazed at the fridge, full of goodies galore.
I gobbled up turkey and buttered potatoes,
stuffing with gravy, green beans and tomatoes.
I felt myself swelling so plump and so round,
till all of a sudden, I rose off the ground.
I crashed through the ceiling, floating into the sky
with a mouthful of pudding and a handful of pie
But, I managed to yell as I soared past the trees...
Happy eating to all -- pass the cranberries, please.
THAT'S ALL FOLKS!
Have a nice day
FROM:
Martin aka the postman
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