rofl
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 am., a bit loaded, I headed for home. Just as I got in
>>>the
>>>door,the d@#% 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 solution (even when totally smashed), in order to
>>>escape a
>>>possible conflict with him.
>>>The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, and I
>>>told
>>>him Midnight". He didn't seem upset 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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