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Post by LindaNY on Jun 15, 2007 20:22:32 GMT -5
The other night I was invited out for a night with "the girls."
I promised my husband that I would be home by midnight. Well, the
Hours passed and the margaritas went down way too easy.
Around 3 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
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, and I
Him "Midnight." He didn't seem pissed off 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 three times, and 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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Post by morningstar on Jun 24, 2007 12:52:32 GMT -5
Mercy, all from what I thought was quiet shy Linda.  |
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