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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

easy. Around 3:00 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 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 my what time I got in and I

told him "midnight." He didn't seem upset 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, "Oh ****", cuckooed 4 more times,

cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed

twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted."

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That's a good one.

OK, I am at work now..and I just had to explain to everyone else in the office why I suddenly burst into hysterical laughter. Thanks alot, Sweet Tooth!!:wah:

:wah: :wah: That's a good one

You shouldnt be drinking!! You're pregnant!! And how come I wasnt invited to girls night?





















JUst Kidding.

Do you seriously think I own a cuckoo clock???:p







































JUst Kidding.