If this does not make you laugh out loud, you have lost your sense of humour.


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 didnt seem p*ssed 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 s**t.
Cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then

tripped over the coffee table and farted.