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.
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!
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