Why to avoid a Girls night out

bobmed

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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 margaritas went down way too easily.
Around 3 a.m., a bit loaded, I headed for 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 ninetimes.
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... three cuckoos plus nine cuckoos totals 12 cuckoos-- MIDNIGHT!
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 '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
four more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted.
 
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