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The Postman
‘Wow Derek, looks like you guys had one hell of a party last night,’ 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 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 we come out one at a time with a sheet covering us, with only our ‘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 that.’
‘Probably a good thing you did,’ Derek responded. ‘Your name came up seven times…
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