The Postman

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Paddy had a job as a postman and one Monday morning was riding through the neighbourhood on his usual route, delivering the mail. As he approached one of the homes he noticed that strangely both cars were still in the driveway.


His wonder was cut short by Murphy, the homeowner, coming out with a load of empty beer, wine and spirit bottles for the recycling bin. ‘Jesus Murphy, looks like you lot had one hell of a party last night,’ the Postman commented.


Murphy, in obvious pain, replied, ‘Actually we had it Saturday night. This is the first time I have felt like moving since 4:00 o’clock Sunday morning. We had about 15 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 thought for a moment and said, ‘How the hell do you play WHO AM I?’


“Well, all the men 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 laughed and said, ‘Sounds like fun, I’m sorry I missed it.’


‘Probably a good thing you did Pad,’ Murphy responded, ‘Your name came up 7 times!’

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