One Monday morning, a postman is walking the neighborhood on his usual mail delivery route.
As the postman approaches one of the homes, he notices that both cars are in the driveway, suggesting that neither the homeowner or his wife are at work.
The front door then opens, and out staggers Harry, the homeowner, with a box full of empty beer and liquor bottles.
“Wow Harry”, the postman says, “looks like you guys had one heck of a party last night!”
Harry, who is quite obviously suffering from a humongous hangover, replies, “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 thinks for a moment and says to Harry, “Who Am I? How do you play that?”
Harry continues, between hung over gasps, and tells the postman how the game of Who Am I is played.
“Well, 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 thwn have to try to guess who it is under the sheet”.
The postman laughs and says, “Damn Harry, I am sorry I missed that, sounds like fun”.
“It’s probably a good thing you did miss it”, Harry responds, “your name came up four or five times”.
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