One Monday morning a mailman is walking the neighborhood on his usual
route.
As he approaches one of the homes he notices that both cars are in the
driveway, his wonder is cut short by Bob the homeowner coming out with
a load of empty beer and liquor bottles.
"Wow Bob, looks like you guys had a hell of a party last night." The
Mailman comments.
Bob in obvious pain replies," Actually we had it Saturday night, this is
the first I have felt like moving since 4 am Sunday morning." We had a
about fifteen couples from around the neighborhood over for the
Christmas Cheer and got a bit wild. Hell we even got so drunk that
around midnight we started playing WHO AM I."
The Mailman thinks a moment and says, " How do you play that?"
Bob continues between hung over gasps," Well all the guys go in the
bedroom and we come out one at a time with a sheet covering us and only
our "units" showing through a hole in the sheet. Then the women try to
guess who it is."
The Mailman laughs and says," Damn I am sorry I missed that."
"Probably a good thing you did," Bob responds," your name was guessed
four or five times."
