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Date: Friday, April 02, 1999 1:50 PM
Subject: The Dinner Party
 
 
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>Dinner Party
>
>A wife and her husband were having a dinner party for some important
guests.
>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 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 started talking and she
>invited him back to her place. They ended up spending thenight together.
>
>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'd 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!"
>