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The Alamo Kid, a most knowledgeable gentleman from the Lone Star State,
sent this one about a postman...

One Monday morning the postman is walking 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 David, the homeowner, coming out with a load
of empty beer, wine and spirit bottles for the recycling bin.

"Wow, David, it looks like you guys had one hell of a party last night," the
postman comments.

David, 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
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 thinks a moment and says, "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 laughs and says, "Sounds like fun, I'm sorry that I missed it."

"It's probably a good thing you did," David responded. "Your name came up
7 times."
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