Girls Night Out

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 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 pissed 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.,
Shit.", 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.

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