Snails
A wife and her husband were having a dinner party for all the major status figures in Cannes, France. 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!"