The Milkman

 Well, gang, for my first blog I’ve got to tell you about a milkman friend of mine that lives in Los Angeles.  (Yes, they still deliver milk in some areas of L.A.)  He was making his rounds one morning delivering his milk when he ran into one of his customers sitting on the front porch.  He said, “Mr. Brown, what the heck are you doing out here?  It’s four o’clock in the morning.  You should be getting your sleep!”  Mr. Brown said, I’m just getting a little fresh air before I go to bed.  We had a Hollywood party here last night that just wouldn't quit!”  Milkman said, “A Hollywood party?  What kind of party is that?”  He said, “That’s one of those parties where all the men go into one room and take off all of their clothes.  All of the women go into another room and take off all of their clothes.  Somebody turns out the light in the living room, and at a given signal they all come back into the dark room and start feeling around and feeling around and when they think they recognize someone they call out their name.”  Milkman said, “Boy that sounds like fun!  I wish I’d been there!”  Mr. Brown said, “Man, you should have been!  Your name came up four or five times!”