Ohe afternoon, Joe's wife hands him a bucket and tells
him to gather up some snails from the beach. Not wanting
to get yelled at, he leaves without argument. After a
few hours of gathering snails, his friends walk up and
ask him to join them for an evening at the bar. Joe, not
wanting to get in trouble with his wife, declines. But
his friends insist, claiming it will only be an hour or
so and he'll have plenty of time to gather the rest of
the snails. He gives in and goes with them.

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Joe wakes up the next morning on the beach and doesn't
remember a single thing from the night before. Panicked,
he grabs the bucket of snails and runs home. Just as he
reaches the front step, he trips, drops the bucket, and
throws snails all over the doorstep. Hearing the loud
noise, his wife comes out and demands to know where he
was all night. Joe looks up at her, down at the snails,
up at her, and down at the snails again.
Suddenly he yells, "C'mon guys, we're almost there!"