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Ron Manager

formerly Libertine
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A postman who has been doing the same round his whole working life goes into work on his last day before retiring. On his rounds he delivers to a house where the same people have lived for 20-odd years. As he walks up the path the lady of the house comes out and asks him to come in for a moment. She says that she wants to do something special for him on his last day as he's been their postman for so long. She sits him down in the kitchen and says 'In this pot is a special soup which is a family recipe, it's been passed down the generations for over 400 years and was told to me by my mother on her death bed. I'd be honoured if you'd have a bowl'. The postman agrees and when he tastes it realises it is the most amazing thing he has ever tasted. 'Could I be cheeky and ask for another bowl? he asks, 'Of course' replies the lady.

When he finishes the second bowl she says she has another treat. She takes him by the hand, leads him to the bedroom where she undresses him and proceeds to **** the arse off him. Every which way possible for two solid hours. After she's finished the postman is a mere shell of himself, but extremely happy. After he puts back on his uniform she slips a pound coin into his hand.

The postman is a little perplexed. 'Don't get me wrong, I'm very grateful' he says 'the soup was out of this world, and as for the sex....well I'm lost for words. But the pound, well I don't understand'.

'Well' says the lady 'I said to my husband this morning that you were retiring and that I'd like to do soemthing for you. My husband said "**** him, give him a dollar"'

'So I did............the soup was my idea!'

Before someone pulls me up on this, yes it is shamelessly stolen from Phil Jupitus and his Perfect 10 podcast.
 
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