One Monday morning the postman is walking through the neighborhood on hisusual route, delivering the mail.
As he approaches one of the homes henoticed that both cars were still in the driveway. His wonder was cut shortby David, the homeowner, coming out with a load of empty beer, wine andspirit bottles for the recycling bin.
"Wow David, looks like you guys had one hell of a party last night," thePostman comments.
David, in obvious pain, replies "Actually we had it Saturday night. Thisis the first I have felt like moving since 4:00 am Sunday morning. We hadabout 15 couples from around the neighborhood over for some weekend funand it got a bit wild.
We all got so drunk around midnight that westartedplaying 'WHO AM I.'
The Postman thinks a moment and says, "How do you play WHO AM I?"
"Well, all the guys go in the bedroom and come out one at a time coveredwith a sheet with only the 'family jewels' showing through a hole in thesheet. Then the women try to guess who it is."
The postman laughs and says, "Sounds like fun, I'm sorry I missed it."
"Probably a good thing you did," David responded."Your name came up 7times."
