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 champagne was going down way too easy.
Around 3 a.m., 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 3 times.
Quickly, realizing he'd 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 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 12:00.
He didn't seem disturbed 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
s**t," cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3 times,
giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped
2007-08-17
20:23:54
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over the cat and farted!
2007-08-17
20:24:15 ·
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