| I've posted this already but Whatever! |
created @ 11/4/2008 03:08 am |
mum expired. [FRIENDS] |
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The other night I was invited out for a night with "the girls."
I told my husband that I would be home by midnight, "I promise!"
Well, the hours passed and the margartias went down WAY too easy.
Around 3:00 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 comming up with such a quick-witted soulition 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 when I got in, and I told him midnight. He didnt seem pissed off at all. 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 shit.', cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted." |
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