One Monday morning a mailman is walking the neighborhood on his usual
route.
As he approaches one of the homes he noticed that both cars were in
the driveway. His wonder was cut short by Bob, the homeowner, coming
out with a load of empty beer and liquor bottles. "Wow Bob, looks like you
guys
had one 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 4:00 am Sunday morning. We
had about fifteen couples from around the neighborhood over for Christmas
cheer
and it got a bit wild. Hell, we got so drunk around midnight that we
started
playing WHO AM I."
The mailman thinks a moment and says, "How do you play that?" Well all
the guys go in the bedroom and we come out one at a time with a sheet
covering us and only our "privates" showing through a hole in the
sheet. Then the women try to guess who it is."
The mailman laughs and says, "Damn, I'm sorry I missed that."
"Probably a good thing you did," Bob responds. "Your name came up
four or five times."
