One 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 Christmas 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 four or five times."