One Monday morning Phil the postman is cycling 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 Derek, the homeowner, coming out with a load of empty beer and wine bottles for the recycling bin.
”Morning, Derek, looks like you guys had a great party last night,’ Phil the Postman comments.
Derek, 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.’
Phil thinks a moment and says, ‘How do you play ‘WHO AM I?’
‘Well, all the guys go into the bedroom and we come out one at a time with a sheet covering us, with only our erection showing through a hole in the sheet. Then the women have to try and guess who it is.’
Phil laughs and says, ‘Sounds like fun. I’m sorry I missed that.’
‘Probably a good thing you did,’ Derek responded. ‘Your name came up seven times….’