A postman who had delivered mail for 35 years went to a blonde´s house. She took him by the hand, led him upstairs to her bed, and afterward made him breakfast, with a pound under the coffee cup.
´Thank you,´ he said, ´but what´s the pound for?´
´Well, I wanted to give you something, ´ she explained, ´and my husband said ´The postman? Screw him, leave him a pound.´ But making breakfast was my idea!´
