ONE Monday morning, Postman Pat is walking through the neighbourhood 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 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,” Postman Pat comments.
David, 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 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.”
Postman Pat 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 seven times.”