Cuckoo Clock
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 blitzed, 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 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 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 no.", cuckooed
4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3 times,
giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the cat
and farted."
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