Girls night out
The other night I was invited out for a night with "the girls." I told
> my husband that I would be home by midnight, "I promise!"
> Well, the hours passed and the margaritas went down way too easy.
> Around 3 a.m. a bit loaded, I headed for home. Just as I got in the
>Door, the cuckoo clock in the hall started up and cuckooed 3 times.
> Quickly, realizing my husband would probably wake up, I cuckooed
> another 9 times. I was really proud of myself for coming up with such
>a Quick-witted solutio n, in order to escape a possible conflict with him.
> (Even when totally smashed...3 cuckoos plus 9 cuckoos totals 12
>cuckoos = MIDNIGHT!)
> The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, and I told
>him " Midnight". He didn't seem pissed off at all. Whew! Got away with
>that one! Then he said, "We need a new cuckoo clock."
> When I asked him why?, he said, "Well, last night our clock
> cuckooed three times, then said, "Oh. ****.", cuckooed 4 more times,
>cleared it's throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice
>more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted."
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