Night out with the girls....
> >
> > 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 easy. Around 3
> > a.m., a bit loaded, I headed for home.
> >
> > Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hall started up and
> > cuckooed 3 times. Realizing my husband would probably wake up, I quickly
> > cuckooed another 9 times.
> > I was really proud of myself for coming up with such a quick-witted
> > solution (even when totally smashed), in order to escape a possible
> > conflict with him.
> >
> > The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, and I told him
> > "Midnight". He didn't seem pissed off 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 three
> > times, then said, "Oh shit.", cuckooed 4 more times, cleared it's throat,
> > cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped
> > over the coffee table and farted."