As he approached one of the homes, he noticed that both cars were still in the driveway.
His wonder was cut short by Dave, the homeowner, coming out with a load of empty beer, wine and spirit bottles for the recycling bin.
‘Wow Dave, looks like you guys had one hell of a party last night,’ the Postman commented.
Dave, in obvious pain, replied, ‘Actually we had it Saturday night. This is the first time I have felt like moving since 4 am Sunday morning. We had about 15 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?’
The Postman thought for a moment and said, ‘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 laughed and said, ‘Sounds like fun, I’m sorry I missed it.’
‘Probably a good thing you did,’ Dave responded, ‘Your name came up seven times.’