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Quoting ladyhawke1:
One Monday morning the Postman is walking through the neighborhood on his usual route, delivering the mail. As he approaches one of the homes he notices that both cars are still in the driveway. His wonder is cut short by Derek, the homeowner, coming out with a load of empty beer and liquor bottles for the recycling bin.
'Wow Derek, looks like you guys had one hell of a party last night,' the Postman comments.
Derek, 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 for some weekend fun and it got a bit wild. Around midnight, we all got so drunk 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 come out one at a time with a sheet covering us, with only our 'family jewels' showing through a hole in the sheet. Then the women try to guess who it is.'
The Postman laughs and says, 'Sounds like fun. I'm sorry I missed that.' 'Probably a good thing you did,' Derek responded. 'Your name came up seven times...'
One Monday morning the Postman is walking through the neighborhood on
his usual route, delivering the mail. As he approaches one of the homes
he notices that both cars are still in the driveway. His wonder is cut short
by Derek, the homeowner, coming out with a load of empty beer and liquor
bottles for the recycling bin.
'Wow Derek, looks like you guys had one hell of a party last night,' the
Postman comments.
Derek, 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 for some weekend
fun and it got a bit wild. Around midnight, we all got so drunk 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 come out one at a time with a
sheet covering us, with only our 'family jewels' showing through a hole in the
sheet. Then the women try to guess who it is.'
The Postman laughs and says, 'Sounds like fun. I'm sorry I missed that.'
'Probably a good thing you did,' Derek responded. 'Your name came up
seven times...'
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