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 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 some

weekend fun 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 seven

times...."

Hahahaa. And the mailman was never seen again.

LOL only by the women ~.0