Wild night

Monday morning a mailman was walking the neighborhood on his usual route.

As he approached one of the homes he noticed 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.”

Bob in obvious pain replied, “Actually we had it Saturday night. This is the first I have felt like moving since 4:00 am Sunday. 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 thought for a moment and then said, “How do you play that?”

“Well all the guys go in the bedroom and then come out one at a time with a sheet covering them with only their “privates” showing through a hole in the sheet. Then the women try to guess who it is.”

The mailman laughed and said, “Damn, I’m sorry I missed that!”

“Probably a good thing you did,” Bob replied,… “Your name came up seven times.”

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