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 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 time 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 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 only sheet

covering us and only our 'privates' showing through a hole in the sheet.

Then the women try to guess who it is."

The mail man 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...."