A wife and her husband were having a dinner party for a bunch of diplomats 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 and gather some snails. Very grudgingly he agreed and grabbed a bucket.
Once on the beach, he noticed a beautiful woman strolling. She noticed him too, a conversation got started, and then she invited him to her apartment. Things quickly progressed to the bedroom. The sex was so exhausting that the man fell asleep and didn't wake up until 7:00 the next morning.
"Oh no!!!, he excclaimed, "My wife's dinner party!!!" He dressed, grabbed his bucket and ran all the way back to his apartment, which happened to be on the second floor. He was in such a hurry that he tripped at the top of the stairs and all the snails spilled down. At which moment his wife opened the door.
The guy pretended not to notice and called encouraging down the stairs, "Come on guys, we're almost there!"
My wine shopping and I have never had a problem. Just a perpetual race between the bankruptcy court and Hell.--Rogov