Subject: The Mailman
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>>Subject: The Mailman
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>>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.
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>>Bob, in obvious pain, replies, "Actually we had it Saturday
night. This
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>>is the first I have felt like moving since 4:00 am Sunday
morning. We
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>>had about fifteen couples from around the neighborhood over for some
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>>weekend fun and it got a bit wild. Hell, we got so drunk around
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>>midnight that we started playing 'WHO AM I?'"
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>>The mailman thinks a moment and says, "How do you play that?"
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>>"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."
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>>The mailman laughs and says, "Damn, I'm sorry I missed that."
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>>"Probably a good thing you did," Bob responds. "Your name came up
seven
>>times...."
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