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 3a.m., a bit worse for wear, I headed for home. Just as I got inthe door, the cuckoo clock in the hall started up and cuckooed 3 times.Quickly, realizing my husband would probably wake up, I cuckooed another9 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 concerned 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 3 times, then said, "Ohsh*t.", cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another 2 times, giggled, Cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted.This is a joke that was sent to me....it wasn't me coming home!!!! Maybe it should be HAHAHA Cant remember the last time I staggered in at that time!!!