GOOD POSTMAN
One Monday morning the Postman is riding
through the neighborhood on his usual route, delivering the mail.
As he approaches one of the homes he noticed that both cars were still in the
driveway. His wonder was cut short by Derek, the homeowner, coming out
with a load of empty beer and liquor bottles for the recycling bin.
'Wow Derek, looks like you guys had one hell of a party
last night,'
the Postman comments.
Derek, 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 some weekend fun and it got a bit wild. We all got
so drunk around midnight that we started playing "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 we come out one
at a time with a sheet covering us, with only our 'family jewels' showing
through a hole in the sheet. Then the women try to guess who
it is.'
The Postman laughs and says, 'Sounds like
fun. I'm sorry I missed that.'
'Probably a good thing you did,' Derek responded.
'Your name came up
seven times....
