my best day of the year

At a conference about sexual habits a speaker gets on the podium and shows the results of his studies about how often men have sex nowadays. Then he addresses the audience:

"Well, let's see if we have the same results in the audience.
Can everyone who has sex every day please raise your hand?"
A few people raise their hands.
"Now everyone who has sex 2-3 times a week, please raise your hand"
More people raise their hands.
"Now everyone who has sex once a week"
More than half of the audience raise their hands.
"Now everyone who has sex 2-3 times a month"
Less, but still quite some people raise their hands.
"Now everyone who has sex once a month"
Less people raise their hands.
"Now everyone who has sex 2-3 times a year"
Only a couple of people raise their hands.
"Well, this should be it. Just to make sure: anyone who has sex only once a year?"
A guy on the back jumps on his seat and all happy starts yelling "it's me, it's me!"
Puzzled, the speaker addresses him directly:"well, let me ask you then: why are you so happy if you have sex only once a year?"
"It's tomorrow!!!"

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No matter how many epic sessions I have during a year, there's one particular day that I know for sure will be my best one of the year. It's the last day of my Italy stay when I get on the plane in Rome to go back to the wonderful island where I belong.
And it's tomorrow.


Photo courtesy of Francky