this came to me in a blazing prophetic vision.
So its probably not funny, its your problem if you read it. Haven't you got something better to do.
MILK MAN WALKS UP MRS JONES PATH WHISTLING CHEERFULLY AND CARRYING A WIRE BASKET OF MILK BOTTLES.
MRS JONES COMES OUT OF THE FRONT DOOR
MILKMAN
Morning Mrs Jones
MRS JONES
The usual please.
MILKMAN
Pint of Full fat for the tea
THROWS A BOTTLE OF MILK THROUGH MRS JONES'S WINDOW
MILKMAN
Semi skimmed for the cereal
THROWS THE BOTTLE THROUGH THE OTHER WINDOW
MILKMAN
Right I'm off
MRS JONES
Aren't you forgetting something
MILKMAN
Silly me half a pint of cream for the cat.
MILKMAN HURLS A BOTTLE THERE IS A YOWEL INDICATING HE HAS HIT THE CAT
MRS JONES
Thanks milkman, nice weather we're having.
MILKMAN
Sorry can't stop I've got to rape the postman....come here you bitch
THE MILKMAN DROPS HIS BASKET AND RUNS AFTER A POSTMAN WHO HAS JUST APPEARED AND FLEES IN PANIC