*Why men should avoid a boys' night out after they are married!*
The other night I was invited out for a night with "the boys."
I told my wife that I would be home by midnight, "I promise!"
Well, the hours passed and the beers went down way too easy.
Around 3 a.m., 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 wife would probably wake up, I cuckooed
another 9 times. I was really proud of myself for coming up
with such a quick-witted solution, in order to escape a possible
conflict with her. (Even when totally smashed ... 3 cuckoos plus
9 cuckoos totals 12 cuckoos = MIDNITE!)
The next morning my wife asked me what time I got in, and I told
her, "Midnight." She didn't seem pissed off at all. Whew! Got
away with that one!
Then she said, "We need a new cuckoo clock."
When I asked her why, she said, "Well, last night our clock
cuckooed three times, then said, "Oh shit," cuckooed 4 more
times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled,
cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and
farted."
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