A NIGHT OUT WITH THE GIRLS

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 easily.

Around 3 a.m., a bit loaded, I headed for home. Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hallway started up and cuckooed 3 times.

Quickly, realising 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, 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, I told him “MIDNIGHT”… he didn’t seem pissed off in the least. 

Whew, I 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 sh*t”

Cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted.

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