Cookoo
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 clockin 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
shit," 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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