The other night Mrs5l was invited out for a night with “the girls.”
her tale follows…
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.
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, and I told him"Midnight".
He didn’t seem ■■■■■■ off at all. Whew! Got away with that one!
Then he said, “We need a new cuckoo clock.”
I asked him why.
He said, “Well, last night our clock cuckooed three times, then said, “Oh. s$%&.”, cuckooed 4 more times, cleared it’s throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and ■■■■■■.”
