A wife and her husband were having a dinner party for all the
major status figures in Rome, Italy. The wife was very excited
about this and wanted everything to be perfect. At the very
last minute, she realized that she didn't have any snails for
this dinner party, so she asked her husband to run down to
the beach with the bucket she was handing him to gather some
snails. Very grudgingly he agreed.
He took the bucket, walked out the door, down the steps, and
out to the beach. As he was collecting the snails, he noticed
a beautiful woman strolling alongside the water just a little
further down the beach. He kept thinking to himself 'Wouldn't
it be great if she would even just come down and talk to me.'
He went back to gathering the snails. All of a sudden he looked
up, and the beautiful woman was standing right over him. They
got to talking, and she invited him back to her place.
They were at her apartment a ways down the beach, and they started
messing around. It got so hot and heavy, that he was exhausted
afterwards and passed out there.
At seven o'clock the next morning he woke up and exclaimed,
'Oh no!!! My wife's dinner party!!!' He gathered all his clothes,
put them on real fast, grabbed his bucket, and ran out the door.
He ran down the beach all the way to his apartment. He ran up the
stairs of his apartment. He was in such a hurry that when he got
to the top of the stairs, he dropped the bucket of snails. There
were snails all down the stairs. The door opened just then, with
a very angry wife standing in the door way wondering where he's
been all this time. He looked at the snails all down the steps,
then he looked at her, then back at the snails and said:
'Come on guys, we're almost there!'
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