The other night I was invited out for a night out with the "girls". I told my husband I would be home before midnight, "I promise"!
Well the hours passed and the margaritas went down way too easy. Around 3am, a bit loaded, I headed 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 coming up with a quick witted solution, in order to escape a possible conflict with him. Even totally smashed...3 cuckoos plus 9 cuckoos equals midnight.
The next morning my husband asked me what time I came in, I told him "midnight". He didn't seem upset in the least. Whew I 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 shoot. Cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, tripped over the coffee table and passed gas."
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When I asked him why he said, "Well last night our clock cuckooed three times, then said oh shoot. Cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, tripped over the coffee table and passed gas."
Passed Gas, What have you been feeding that Cuckoo??
EH
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