girls night out
Why females should avoid a girls night out after they are married...
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 three times.
Quickly, realizing my husband would probably wake up, I cuckooed
another nine 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... three cuckoos plus nine 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, sh*t.
' Cuckooed four 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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