New Cuckoo
The other night I was invited out for a night with "the lads." I told Sue, my other half that I would be home by midnight, "I promise!" Well, the hours passed and the Guiness 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 3 times.
Quickly, realising Sue would probably wake up, I cuckooed another 9 times. I was really proud of myself for coming up with such a quick-witted solution (even when totally smashed), in order to escape a possible row with her.
The next morning she asked me what time I got in, and I told her "Midnight". She didn't seem pissed off at all.
Whew! Got away with that one!
Then she said, "We need a new cuckoo clock." When I asked her why, she said, "Well, last night our clock cuckooed three times, then said, "Oh sh!t.", cuckooed 4 more times, cleared it's throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted."
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