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    The Party

    One Monday morning, a postman was walking through a neighborhood 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 curiosity was cut short by Craig, the homeowner, coming out with a load of empty beer, wine and spirit bottles for the recycling bin.

    “Wow Craig, looks like you guys had one hell of a party last night,” the postman commented.

    Craig, in obvious pain, replied: “Actually we had it Saturday night. This is the first time I have felt like moving since 4 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 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,” Craig responded. “Your name came up seven times.”
    Rick Grew

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