Cuckoo
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 3 am. A bit loaded, i headed for 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 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, i told him "MIDNIGHT"…
He didn't seem pissed off 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 sh*t"
Cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another three times,
giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted"