I was invited to go out with the girl's one night to a friends house.I told my husband I would be back by midnight,"I promise!" Well the hours passed and the margaritas went down way to easily.Almost 3 a.m.,a bit loaded I headed home.Just as I got in the door the cuckoo clock in the hallway started up and cuckooed 3 times.Quickly realizing my husband would probably wake up,I cuckooed another 9 times.I was really proud of myself for coming up with such a quicked-witted solution,in order not to get into a fight with him.(Even when I was a bit loaded,I knew ..3 cuckoos plus 9 cuckoos totals 12 cuckoos for midnight)..
The next morning my husband asked me what time I got home,I told him "MIDNIGHT"....He didn't seem like he was mad 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 chit"-cuckooed 4 more times-cleared it's throat-cuckooed another three times-giggled-cockooed twice more and tripped over the coffee table and farted..!!!!
I have no coukoo clock and that's the truth I swear...............
Your nose could be growing but I can't swear by it!! Anyway I wasn't talking about the clock!! What was that last word?? I'll just ask Scotty. Aren't you glad you told that story?
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