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I always wanted to be a postman.
Email from JKS Weerasekera
One Monday morning, Trevor the
postman, was riding through Camborne
on his usual route, delivering the
mail. As he approached 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, looks like you guys
had one hell of a party last night," Trevor commented.
David, 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
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?"
Shane thought for a moment and said,
"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 laughed and said,
"Sounds like fun, I'm sorry I missed it."
"Probably a good thing you
did," David responded, "Your name came up 7 times."?
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