The Mailman



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.'