Why females should avoid girls night out:
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 promise!" were my
last Words.
Well, the hours passed and the Margaritas went down way too easy.
Around 3:00 a.m. And a bit loaded, we piled into a cab and headed for
Our Respective homes. Just as I got through the door, the cuckoo clock
in the hall started up and cuckooed 3 times. Realizing my husband would
probably wake up, I quickly cuckooed another 9 times. I was particularly
proud of myself for coming up with such a quick-witted solution to cover
my tardiness.(Even when totally smashed d ... 3 cuckoos plus 9 cuckoos
totals 12 cuckoos .. MIDNIGHT!)
The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, and I
told him midnight. He didn't raise an eyebrow or anything and continued to
read the morning paper. Whew! Got away with that one!
Then he said, "I think we might need a new cuckoo clock." When I
Asked him why, he 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, then tripped over
the coffee table and farted."
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 promise!" were my
last Words.
Well, the hours passed and the Margaritas went down way too easy.
Around 3:00 a.m. And a bit loaded, we piled into a cab and headed for
Our Respective homes. Just as I got through the door, the cuckoo clock
in the hall started up and cuckooed 3 times. Realizing my husband would
probably wake up, I quickly cuckooed another 9 times. I was particularly
proud of myself for coming up with such a quick-witted solution to cover
my tardiness.(Even when totally smashed d ... 3 cuckoos plus 9 cuckoos
totals 12 cuckoos .. MIDNIGHT!)
The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, and I
told him midnight. He didn't raise an eyebrow or anything and continued to
read the morning paper. Whew! Got away with that one!
Then he said, "I think we might need a new cuckoo clock." When I
Asked him why, he 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, then tripped over
the coffee table and farted."
