Alcohol jokes
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 easy. Around 3 a.m., a bit
blitzed, 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 disturbed 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 3 times, then said, "Oh, crap,"
cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3 times,
giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the cat and farted."
