And i thought us guys had problems coming in late after a night out drinking.:beerchug:
Subject: Girl's Night Out
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 champagne was going down way too
easy. Around 3 a.m., drunk as a
skunk, I headed for home. Just as I got in the
door, the cuckoo clock in the hall started up and
cuckooed 3 times. Quickly, realizing that he'd
probably wake up, I cuckooed another 9 times. I
was really proud of myself for coming up with such a
quick-witted solution (even when 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
12:00. He didn't seem disturbed at all. Whew!
Got away with that one, I thought. Then he said,
"We need a new cuckoo clock." When I asked why,
he responded, "well, last night our clock cuckooed
three times, then said, "oh ****", cuckooed 4 more
times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another three
times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then
tripped over the cat and
farted."
