This girl I know call's me and well here's the tail,
The other night she was invited out for a night with "the girls". She told her husband that she would be home by midnight, "I promise!" 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 3 times. Quickly, realizing my husband would probably 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 me what time I got in, and I told him "Midnight". He didn't seem pissed off . 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, then said Oh. ****", 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."
IN MEMORY OF
Blake (Fuzion) Finnel 12-3-1986 - 08-11-2007
NHTOC #120