On Friday morning, a mailman is walking the neighborhood on his usual route. As he approaches one of the homes, he noticed that both cars were in the driveway. His wonder was cut short by Ron, the homeowner, coming out with a load of empty beer cans and bottles. “Wow Ron, looks like you guys had one heck of a party last night.” the mailman comments.
Ron in obvious pain replies, “Actually we had it Wednesday night. This is the first I’ve felt like moving since 5PM Thursday evening. We had about fifteen couples from around the neighborhood over for St. Patrick’s Day and it got a bit wild. Heck, we got so drunk around midnight that 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, “Dang, I’m sorry I missed that.”
“It’s probably a good thing you did,” Ron responds. “Your name came up three or four times.”