Par2: Who Am I? 2006-04-25 -- A.N. Other > 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 I have felt like moving since 4:00am Sunday morning. We had > about fifteen couples from around the neighborhood over for Christmas > Cheer 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 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." Printed May 5, 2024, 7:16 am This article has been viewed/printed 35119 times. |