LRI41
January 8th, 2004, 04:53 AM
The Mailman
One Monday morning a mailman is walking the
neighborhood on his usual route.
As he approaches one of the homes he notices that both
cars are in the driveway, his wonder is cut short by Bob the homeowner
coming out with a load of empty beer and liquor bottles.
"Wow Bob, looks like you guys had a 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 am Sunday
morning." We had a about fifteen couples from around the neighborhood
over for the Christmas Cheer and got a bit wild. Hell we even got so drunk that
around midnight we started playing WHO AM I."
The Mailman thinks a moment and says, " How do you
play that?"
Bob continues between hung over gasps," Well all the
guys go in the bedroom and we come out one at a time with a sheet
covering us and only our "units" showing through a hole in the sheet. Then
the women try to guess who it is."
The Mailman laughs and says," Damn I am sorry I missed
that."
"Probably a good thing you did," Bob responds," your
name was guessed four or five times."
One Monday morning a mailman is walking the
neighborhood on his usual route.
As he approaches one of the homes he notices that both
cars are in the driveway, his wonder is cut short by Bob the homeowner
coming out with a load of empty beer and liquor bottles.
"Wow Bob, looks like you guys had a 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 am Sunday
morning." We had a about fifteen couples from around the neighborhood
over for the Christmas Cheer and got a bit wild. Hell we even got so drunk that
around midnight we started playing WHO AM I."
The Mailman thinks a moment and says, " How do you
play that?"
Bob continues between hung over gasps," Well all the
guys go in the bedroom and we come out one at a time with a sheet
covering us and only our "units" showing through a hole in the sheet. Then
the women try to guess who it is."
The Mailman laughs and says," Damn I am sorry I missed
that."
"Probably a good thing you did," Bob responds," your
name was guessed four or five times."