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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. He was wondering why the couple was home on a workday.
Just then, Bob, the homeowner, came out with a recycling bin full 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 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?"
Bob answered, "Well that's when all us guys go in the bedroom and take off our clothes.
Then we come out one at a time with a sheet covering us and only our "privates" showing
through the opening in the sheet. Then the women try to guess who it is."
The mailman laughed and said, "Damn! I'm sorry I missed that!"
"Probably a good thing you did," Bob said. "Your name came up four or five times."
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