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. Just then, the door opened, with a very angry wife standing in the doorway
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!"
