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 New Years Eve 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."
Blatently stolen from GuyK