The cuckoo clock
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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 passes and the margaritas went down way too easy. Around 3AM, a
bit loaded, I headed for home. Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in
the hall started 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 (even when totally smashed), in
order escape a possible conflict with him. The next morning my husband asked me
what time I got home 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 three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the
coffee table and farted.”
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