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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.
Things got so hot and heavy, that he was exhausted afterwards and
passed out there.

At 7:00 AM 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 villa.
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 his 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!"
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