IJMC - George's Last Day

Ok, so I forgot to send an IJMC last night. It's a little late. But it is 
here isn't it? So live it up, read on, and unless you have problems with 
the "F" word (used once, mind you.) then you'll love this one.      -dave







It was George 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, who roundly and soundly congratulated him and sent him on his way
with a tidy 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 woman
in a revealing negligee.  She took him by the hand, gently led him through
the door and 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, and he said, "Fuck him. Give him a dollar."  The
breakfast was my idea.
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