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The other night I was invited out for a night with the guys. I told my wife that I would be home by midnight, "I promise!"
Well, the hours passed and the beer and scotch were going down way too easily.
Around 3 a.m., drunk as a skunk, I arrived home and just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hall started up and cuckooed 3 times.
Quickly, realizing she’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 her.
The next morning my wife asked me what time I got in, and I told her 12:00.
She didn't seem disturbed at all.
Whew! Got away with that one!
But 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 sh*t', cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3 times, chuckled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the cat and farted."
Well, the hours passed and the beer and scotch were going down way too easily.
Around 3 a.m., drunk as a skunk, I arrived home and just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hall started up and cuckooed 3 times.
Quickly, realizing she’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 her.
The next morning my wife asked me what time I got in, and I told her 12:00.
She didn't seem disturbed at all.
Whew! Got away with that one!
But 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 sh*t', cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3 times, chuckled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the cat and farted."