Pretender Posted October 3, 2004 Report Share Posted October 3, 2004 The other night I went out for a night with "The lads". Itold my wife that I would be home by midnight.. Promise! Well, the hours passed and the beer was going down way too easy.At around 2:30 a.m., drunk as a skunk, I headed for home. Justas I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hall started upand cuckooed 3 times. Quickly, I realized she'd probably wake up, so I cuckooedanother 9 times. I was really proud of myself, having aquick-witted solution, even when drunk, to escape a possibleconflict. The next morning my wife asked me what time I got in, and I toldher twelve o'clock. She didn't seem disturbed at all. Whew! Gotaway with that one! She then told me that we needed a new cuckoo clock. When I askedher why, she said, "Well, last night our clock cuckooed threetimes, then said "uh oh," cuckooed 4 more times, cleared itsthroat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more,and then farted." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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