Stories :: Tripped Over the Coffee Table

The other night I was invited out for a night with “the girls.“

I promised my husband that I would be home by midnight. Well, the

hours passed and the margaritas 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

three times. Quickly realizing my husband would probably wake up, I

cuckooed another nine 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, three cuckoos plus nine cuckoos totals 12 cuckoos = MIDNIGHT!)

The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, and I said to him “ Midnight.”

He didn’t seem pissed off at all.  Whew! 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*t,’ cuckooed four more

times, cleared it’s throat, cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice

more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted.“

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