The other night, Sandra was invited out for a night with the girls. She told her husband that she would be home by midnight. Well, the hours passed and the margaritas went down way too easily. Around 3 am, a bit loaded she headed for home.
Just as she got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hallway started up and cuckooed three times. Quickly realizing her husband would probably wake up she cuckooed another nine times.
She was really proud of herself for coming up with such a quick-witted solution in order to escape a possible conflict with him. Even though totally smashed she calculated that the three cuckoos plus nine cuckoos totaled twelve cuckoos, which equaled midnight.
The next morning her husband asked her what time she got in. Sandra told him midnight. He didn’t seem upset in the least. Whew, she thought, I got away with that one!
Then he said, “Honey, I think we need a new cuckoo clock.” When she asked him why, he said, “Well, last night our clock cuckooed three times, then said ‘oh shoot,’ cuckooed four more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted.”
Cheers Ladies….The Drink Guy
P.S. see we do pay attention.
