Why women should avoid girls'
nights out after they are married...
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 three times.
Quickly, realising my husband would probably wake up,
I cuckooed another
nine 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... three cuckoos
plus nine 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 angry 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 sh*t', cuckooed four more times,
cleared it's throat,
cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice
more, and then tripped
over the coffee table and farted.