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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!'

      Well, the hours passed and the margaritas went down way too easily.

      Around 3 a.m., a bit loaded, I headed for 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 quick-witted

      solution, in order to escape a possible conflict with him.

      (Even when totally smashed.. 3 cuckoos plus 9 cuckoos totals 12
cuckoos =

      MIDNIGHT!)




      The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in,

      I told  him 'MIDNIGHT'... he didn't seem angry 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 sh!#$.'

      Cuckooed 4 more times,

      cleared its throat,

      cuckooed another three times,

      giggled, cuckooed twice more,

      and then tripped over the coffee table and farted.'