Grugore

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 total 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 s**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."

the waker Loc: 11th freest nation

Well the thought was good, its your execution that needs work, and maybe some bean-o ;)

JimMe

So, I assume you two then went out and bought a new cuckoo clock... Right?!?

Neal

Guess my sense of humor is intact . . .