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