Boys
Night Out
The
other night I was invited out for a night with "the boys". I told
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. Just as I got in
the door, the cuckoo clock in the hall started up and cuckooed 3
times.
Quickly,
I realized she'd probably wake up, so I cuckooed another 9 times.
I was really proud of myself, having a quick-witted solution, even
when smashed, to escape a possible conflict. The next morning my
wife asked me what time I got in, and I told her twelve o'clock.
She didn't seem disturbed at all. Whew! Got away with that one!
She then told me that we needed a new cuckoo clock.
When I asked her why, she said, "Well, last night our clock cuckooed
three times, then said "oh shit," cuckooed 4 more times, cleared
its throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more,
and then farted."