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The Postman

Monday morning the postman named Dan is walking through the neighbourhood 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 Jim, the homeowner, coming out with a load of empty beer, wine and liquor bottles for the recycling bin.

”Wow Jim, looks like you guys had one hell of a party last night,” the Postman Dan comments.

Jim, 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 18 couples from around the neighbourhood 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 Dan thinks a moment and says, ”How do you play WHO AM I?”

Jim replies, ”Well, all the guys go in the bedroom and come out one at a time covered with a sheet with only your willie showing through a hole in the sheet, asking ”WHO AM I, then the women try to guess who it is.”

The postman Dan laughs and says, ”Sounds like fun, I’m sorry I missed it.”

”It’s probably a good thing you did,” Jim responded. ”Your name came up 5 times.”

A contribution from Hans the footdoc