This morning our regular postman Garry was walking through the neighborhood on his usual route, delivering the mail.
As he approaches one of the homes he noticed that both cars were still in the driveway.
His wonder was cut short by John, the homeowner, coming out with a load of empty beer and wine bottles for the recycling bin.
'Wow John, looks like you guys had one hell of a party last night,' Gary commented
John, 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.
We all got so drunk around midnight that we started playing WHO AM I.'
Gary thought for 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, with only our 'family jewels' showing through a hole in the sheet.
Then the women try to guess who it is.'
Gary laughs and says, 'Sounds like fun. I'm sorry I missed that.'
'Probably a good thing you did,' John responded. 'Your name came up seven times...
Oh Gary no wonder our post is always late eh mate..
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