We'll all be in trouble when eveybody gets home!
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From: NORA BRYAN <[log in to unmask]>
To: [log in to unmask] <[log in to unmask]>
Date: Monday, June 28, 1999 6:02 PM
Subject: Re: Three snails (& a octopus)


>Good one!  Since we're doing this - how about this molluscan tale...
>
>A man takes his octopus into a bar and says "I'll bet any man here $200
>dollars that my octopus can play any musical instrument".  Well, a man
>hands the octopus his guitar and the octopus passes it around from
>tentatcle to tentacle for awhile, pulling and prodding and peering at it
>and finally plays a nice melody on the guitar.  The man wins 200
>dollars.  The next night another man brings in a saxophone - again the
>octopus passes it from tentacle to tentacle for awhile and finally plays
>a nice jazzy riff.  By this time the octopus is getting quite a
>reputation.  A scotsman at the bar who has witnessed the last two feats
>brings in his bagpipe the third night.  "Ach, then try to play this!" he
>says thrusting the contraption at the octopus  Again, the octopus passes
>it from tentacle to tentacle, pulling and prodding, peering...pulling
>and prodding and peering...pulling and prodding and peering.  "Well play
>it!", says the man who owns the octopus, getting a little nervous - "Hey
>leave me alone" says the octopus "as soon as I get her pyjamas off,
>we're outa here!"
>
>Frank & Donna Robb wrote:
>
>>   Three snails, Joe, Steve, and Poncho, decide to go on a picnic.  So,
>>
>> Joe packs the picnic basket with cookies, bottled sodas, and
>> sandwiches.
>> The trouble is, the picnic site is, 10 miles away, so the snails take
>> 10 whole days to get there.  By the time they do arrive, everyone's
>> whipped. Joe takes the stuff out of the basket, one by one.  He takes
>> out the sodas and says, 'Alright, Steve, gimme the bottle opener.'
>>
>> 'I didn't bring the bottle opener,' Steve says.  'I thought you packed
>>
>> it.'
>>
>> Joe gets worried.  He turns to Poncho.  'Poncho, do you have the
>> bottle
>> opener?'
>>
>> Naturally, Poncho doesn't have it, so the snails are stuck ten miles
>> away from home without soda.
>>
>> Joe & Steve beg Poncho to turn back home and retrieve it, but Poncho
>> flatly refuses, knowing that they'll eat everything by the time he
>> gets
>> back. Somehow, after about two hours, the snails manage to convince
>> Poncho to go, swearing on their great-grand snails' graves that they
>> won't touch the food.
>>
>> So, Poncho sets off down the road, slow and steadily.  Twenty days
>> pass,
>> but no Poncho.  Joe and Steve are hungry and puzzled, but a promise is
>>
>> a promise.  Another day passes, and still no Poncho, but a promise is
>> a
>> promise.  After three more days pass without Poncho in sight, Steve
>> starts getting restless.
>>
>> 'I NEED FOOD!' he says with a hint of dementia in his voice.
>>
>> 'NO!' Joe retorts.  'We promised.' Five more days pass.  Joe realizes
>> that Poncho probably skipped out to the Burger King down the road,
>> so the two snails weakly lift the lid ,get a sandwich, and open their
>> mouths to eat. But then, right at that instant, Poncho pops out
>> behind a rock, and says, 'Just for that, I'm not going.'