Time Farts When You’re Having Fun…Or “Why females should avoid a girl’s night out after they are married!”
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 promised!”
Well, the hours passed and the margaritas went down way too easy.
Around 3 a.m. and 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 quite 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…3 cuckoos plus 9 cuckoos should total to 12 cuckoos and that equals MIDNIGHT!)
The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in and I told him at Midnight. He didn’t seem pissed off at all. Whew! I got away with that one! Then he said,
“Well, we need a new cuckoo clock.”
When I asked him why, he said, “Last night our clock cuckooed three times, then said, “Oh. Shit!”, cuckooed 4 more times, cleared it’s throat, cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted!”
