Bandit Posted October 8, 2016 Share Posted October 8, 2016 (edited) One Monday morning the postman is delivering to 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 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 postman comments. Bob, in obvious pain, replies "Actually we had it Saturday night. This is the first time I have felt like moving since 4:00 am Sunday morning. We had about fifteen couples from around the neighborhood over for some weekend fun and it got a bit wild. Hell, we all got so drunk around midnight that we started playing WHO AM I." The postman thinks a moment and says, "How do you play WHO AM I?" "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 postman laughs and says, "Damn, I'm sorry I missed that." "Probably a good thing you did," Bob responds... "Your name came up seven times." Edited October 8, 2016 by Bandit Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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