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 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.'
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