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 loaded, 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 total 12 cuckoos
MIDNIGHT!)
The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, and I told
him "Midnight." He didn't seem p**sed off 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 it's throat, cuckooed
another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the
coffee table and farted." :whistle:
Topic: Girls Night Out (Read 762 times)