damn clock!
The other night I was invited out for a night with the 'boys.' I told
my
Wife that I would be home by midnight, 'I promise!' Well, the hours
passed
and the scotch went down way too easily.
Around 3 a.m., a bit loaded, I headed for home. Just as I got in the
door,
the cuckoo clock in the hallway started up and cuckooed three times.
Quickly, realizing my wife 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 her. (Even when
totally
smashed... three cuckoos plus nine cuckoos totals 12
cuckoos--MIDNIGHT!)
The next morning my wife asked me what time I got in, I told her
'MIDNIGHT.' She didn't seem ****ed off in the least. Whew, I got away
with
that one!
Then she said 'We need a new cuckoo clock.'
When I asked her why, she said, 'Well, last night our clock cuckooed
three
times, then said, 'oh, f***.' Cuckooed four more times, burped,
cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then
tripped
over the coffee table and farted.
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