Why females should avoid a girls night out after they are married ...
(If this does not make you laugh out loud, you have lost your sense of humor.)
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 and 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 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. (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, 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.
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