One Monday morning, the postman was walking the neighborhood on his usual mail delivery route.
As the postman approached one of the homes, he noticed that both cars were in the driveway, suggesting that neither the homeowner or his wife were at work.
The front door then opened, and out staggered Harry, the homeowner, with a box full of empty beer and liquor bottles.
“Wow Harry”, the postman said, “looks like you guys had one heck of a party last night!”
Harry, who was quite obviously suffering from a humongous hangover, replied, “Actually we had the party Saturday night. This is the first I have felt like moving since 4am Sunday morning”.
“We had a about fifteen couples from around the neighborhood over for a party and things got a bit wild”, Harry continued. “Heck, we even got so drunk that around midnight we started playing Who Am I“.
The postman thought for a moment and said to Harry, “Who Am I? How do you play that?”
Harry continued, between hung over gasps and told the postman how the game of Who Am I is played.
“Well”, Harry said, “all the guys go in the bedroom, then we come out one at a time with a sheet covering us and only our manhood showing through a hole in the sheet. The women then have to try to guess who it is under the sheet”.
The postman laughed and said, “Damn Harry, I am sorry I missed that, sounds like fun”.
“It’s probably a good thing you did miss it”, Harry responded, “your name came up four or five times”.
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