We Need A New Cuckoo Clock
The other night I was invited out for a night with the girls. I told my husband that I would be home by midnight.
Well, the hours passed and the margaritas went down way too easily. Around 3AM, a bit loaded, I headed home.
Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hallway 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.
The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, I told him, “Midnight.”
He didn’t seem pissed off in the least. Whew, I got away with that one!
Then he said, “But we need a new clock.”
When I asked him why, he said, “Well, last night our clock cuckooed three times, then said, ‘oh, shit.’ Cuckooed four more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted.”
Category: General Jokes
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