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 3a.m., a bit worse for wear, 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, 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, and
I told Him "Midnight".
He didn't seem concerned at all. Whew! Got away with that
one!
Then he said, "We need a new cuckoo clock. When I asked him why he said that, "Well, last night our
clock cuckooed three times, then it said, "Oh SHIT", cuckooed 4 more
times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed
twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted."
[ April 15, 2007, 10:42: Message edited by: Jesse-Joe. ]
