>It is Christmas Eve and this chap is on a rooftop
>about to jump off.
>His wife is leaving him for another man, he has lost
>his job and he
>owes thousands of pounds to the bank.
>Just as he finishes his prayers and closes his eyes,
>ready to jump,
>Father Christmas taps him on the shoulder
>"Are you OK?" asks Father Christmas. The man
>explains why he is so
>miserable and gets ready to jump.
>"Stop!" shouts Father Christmas. "It is Christmas; I
>will grant you
>three wishes to solve your problems on the
>understanding that you
>will grant me a small favour in return!"
>"Would you?" the man replies. "That would be
>wonderful!!...Thank
>you,
>Father Christmas promises him that:
>
>1. You shall go home in 1 hour and your wife will be
>dressed in her
>sexiest underwear, begging for forgiveness and
>longing for your
>return, she will have no recollection of her new
>boyfriend.
>
>2. You shall go into work tomorrow, sit at your desk
>and continue
>with your work. Your salary will have increased by
>50%. Also, nobody
>will have any recollection of your sacking.
>
>3. You shall go to your bank and you will be ten
>thousand pounds in
>credit, you will have no outstanding bills.
>
>"Oh thank you, thank you!" says the man. "What is it
>that I can do
>for you?"
>Father Christmas asks the man to drop his pants and
>bend over.
>After a quite brutal rogering, which made his eyes
>water a little,
>Father Christmas asks the man how old he is.
>"36" replies the man.
>"Ho, Ho, Ho, You're a bit old to believe in Father
>Christmas aren't
>you!?" Chuckled the fat *** bastard in fancy dress
>