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A story from an aquaintance re "Ladies 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!"
Well, the hours passed ,it was a lovely warm evening,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 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 (even when totally smashed, in order to escape a possible conflict with him.)
The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, and I told him, "Midnight".
He didn't seem upset 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 shat.", cuckooed 4 more times, cleared it's throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and passed wind."
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