I'm a mailman.
At Christmas this year, Mrs. Jankowitz met me at the door and invited me in for a great breakfast spread.
After I ate, I thanked her and she said, "There's more."
She took me to her bedroom and showed me moves I had never imagined.
I told her I had no idea she felt this way.
She said, "I don't."
I ask, "What was all this about?"
She says, "I asked the husband what to give the mailman."
He said, "Screw the mailman, breakfast was my idea."
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