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

As he approaches one of the homes he noticed that both cars were
still 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.

Bob, 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 fifteen couples from around the neighborhood over and
it got a bit wild. Hell, we got so drunk, around midnight we started
playing "WHO AM I."

The mailman thinks a moment and says, "How do you play that?"

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."

The mailman laughs and says, "Damn, I'm sorry I missed that."

"Probably a good thing you did," Bob responds.
"Your name came up four or five times."