The other night I was invited out for a night with the girls.
I told my husband that I would be home by midnight and even did a pinkie swear.
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, 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 = 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. I got away with that one! Phew!
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 three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted."
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