Joke: Who Am I?

One Monday morning, a mailman was walking the neighborhood on his usual route.

As he approached one of the houses, he noticed that both cars were in the driveway. He was wondering why the couple was home on a workday.

Just then, Bob, the homeowner, came out with a recycling bin full of empty beer and liquor bottles.

"Wow, Bob, looks like you guys had one hell of a party last night," the mailman commented.

Bob, still feeling cranky from the weekend, replied, "Actually we had it Saturday night. This is the first time I have felt like moving since 4:00 AM Sunday morning. We had about fifteen couples from around the neighborhood over and it got a bit wild. Hell, we got so drunk around midnight that we started playing Who Am I?"

"How do you play that?" the mailman asked.

Bob answered, "Well that's when all us guys go in the bedroom and take off our clothes. Then we come out one at a time with a sheet covering us and only our "privates" showing through the opening in the sheet. Then the women try to guess who it is."

The mailman laughed and said, "Damn! I'm sorry I missed that!"

"Probably a good thing you did," Bob said. "Your name came up four or five times."