Girl's Night Out

[rasppy]

The other night I was invited out for a night with "the girls."
I told my husband (sig other) that I would be home by midnight, "I promise!"
Well, the hours passed and the champagne was going down way too easy.
Around 3 a.m., drunk as a skunk, 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 he'd probably wake up, I cuckooed another 9 times. I was really
proud of myself for coming up with such a quick-witted solution (even when
smashed), in order to escape a possible conflict with him. The next morning
my husband asked me what time I got in, and I told him 12:00. He didn't seem
disturbed at all. Whew! 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 s***," cuckooed 4 more times, cleared
its throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then
tripped over the cat and farted.

[sailingagain]