Girls Night Out (and no! this is NOT me)...
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 easily.
Around 3a.m., a bit worse for wear, 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 concerned 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 3 times, then said, "Oh shit.", cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another 2 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted."
3 comments:
I've read this one before but it cracks me up each and every time.
That hubbie is drier than a Savannah!
mwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahaha...
am i glad i don't have a husband or a cuckoo clock!
Funny story:)
Cheers for the link to fuzzy:)
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