Saturday, April 26, 2014

Dying milkman

A milkman who is dying in the hospital  is surrounded his two sons, daughter and his wife and nurse.
Says to his eldest son:
- To you, Shankar, I leave the Beverly houses.
- To you, my dear daughter Pooja, I leave the apartments in the Los Angeles Plaza.
- To you, Akash,  being my youngest son with a large future, I leave the City Centeroffices.
- And you, my dear wife Punam,  the three residential building towers in downtown.
The nurse, impressed, tells his wife:  Madam, your husband is very rich. He is bequeathing many properties!  You all are so lucky!!
And the wife retorts: 
Rich??? Lucky???  Are you kidding me!!!?? Those are his routes where he delivers milk !!! 

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