A mother had three virgin daughters. All three got married within a short
space of time. Mum was a bit worried about what their early experiences
would be like. She therefore made them all promise to send a postcard from
their honeymoon destinations, with a few words on how marital sex felt.
The 1st girl sent a card from Hawaii, two days after her wedding. The card
said nothing but: 'Nescafe.'
Mum was puzzled at first, but off she went to her kitchen to get out the
Nescafe jar; it said 'Good till the last drop.' She blushed, but was pleased black and white prom formal wears
for her daughter.
The 2nd girl sent a card from Atlanta, a week after her own wedding. The
card read: 'Rothmans.' Mum dashed straight to her husband's pack of
cigarettes and she read from the pack: 'Extra Long, King Size.' She was
again slightly embarrassed, but still happy for her daughter.
The 3rd girl was in Cape Town for her honeymoon. Nothing was heard from her
until all of 30 days later. Mother had begun to entertain a measure of
apprehension. On the 31st day, her postcard finally arrived. Written on it
with shaky handwriting were the words: 'South African Airways.' Mum
desperately rummaged through the waste bin for the ticket jacket her
daughter had discarded before her departure. Fearing the worst, she finally
found the ad for South African Airways and read: 'Ten times a day, seven
days a week, both ways.'