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The Broken Cuckoo Clock


Stormy

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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 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."
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