Who Am I

One Monday morning the postman is walking through the neighbourhood 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 David, the homeowner, coming out with a load of empty beer, wine and spirit bottles for the recycling bin.


'Wow David, looks like you guys had one hell of a party last night,' the Postman comments.



David, 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 15 couples from around the neighbourhood 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.'


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 covered with a sheet with only the '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 it.'


'Probably a good thing you did,' David responded. 'Your name came up 7 times.'


Rapolis Rapolis
66-70, M
1 Response May 25, 2012

In our neighbourhood it used to be the milkman. Either way, I picked the wrong job!