One Monday morning a postman is walking the neighbourhood on his usual route. As he approaches one of the homes he noticed Bob, the homeowner, coming out with a load of empty beer and liquor bottles.
"Wow Bob, looks like you guys had one hell of a party last night," the postman comments.
A hungover Bob replies, "Actually we had it Saturday night. This is the first I have felt like moving since Sunday afternoon. We had about fifteen couples from around the neighbourhood over for some drinks and it got a bit wild. We got so drunk around midnight that we started playing 'Who Am I.'"
The postman thinks a moment and says, "How do you play that?"
"Well, all the guys go in the bedroom and we come out one at a time with a sheet covering us and only our "privates" showing through a hole in the sheet. Then the women try to guess who it is."
The mailman laughs and says, "Damn, I'm sorry I missed that."
"Probably a good thing you did," Bob responds. "Your name came up five times."