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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 a.m., 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 shit.” Cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted.”
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that reminds me of one night i’d been out on the lash with my mates. i took a fancy to a plant (well a dead twig in a terracotta pot :oops: )outside the old folks home near us. i carefully carried it drunkenly along the street….opened the door silently……then fell downstairs bounced of the bedroom door and covered mr pats in soil. :oops: :lol:
@pats wrote:
that reminds me of one night i’d been out on the lash with my mates. i took a fancy to a plant (well a dead twig in a terracotta pot :oops: )outside the old folks home near us. i carefully carried it drunkenly along the street….opened the door silently……then fell downstairs bounced of the bedroom door and covered mr pats in soil. :oops: :lol:
haha!!! pmsl :lol:
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