[align=center]Girls Night Out[/align]
>> The other night,
>> I was invited out for a night with,
>> "The Girls".
>> I told my husband that I would be
home by midnight,
>> 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 him12:00,
>> He didn't seem disturbed at all,
>> WHeeeW!
>> 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
CRAP," cuckooed 4 more
times, cleared its throat, cuckooed
another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed
twice more, and then tripped over
the cat and farted.
peek-a-boo
[Edited on 1-13-2003 by GroundsKeeper]