The other night I was invited out for a night with the girls.
I promised my husband that I would be home by midnight!
Well, the hours passed and the G & Ts were going down way too easy. At around 2.30am., drunk as a skunk, I headed for home. Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hall started up and cuckooed three times.
Quickly, I realised he'd probably wake up, so i cuckooed another nine times. I was really proud of myself, having a quick-witted solution, even when smashed, to escape a possible conflict.
The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in and I told him twelve o'clock. He didn't seem disturbed at all. Whew! Got away with that one!
He then told me that we needed a new cuckoo clock. When I asked him why, he said, "Well, last night our clock cuckooed three times, then said, 'oh sh*t', cuckooed four more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then farted."
2007-07-26
12:10:29
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