Top of the morning to you all.
I thought Wednesday would be a good day to spread a smile on your face and have some humor first thing. This was an acquaintance telling me this story.
What time is it?
The other night I was invited out for a night with “the boys”. I told my wife that I would be home by midnight…promise! Well, the hours passed and the beer was doing down way too easy. At around 3 AM, drunk as a skunk, I headed home. Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hall started up and cuckooed 3 times.
Quickly, I realized she’d probably wake up, so I cuckooed another 9 times.
I was really proud of myself, having a quick witty solution, even when smashed, to escape a possible conflict.
The next morning my wife asked me what time I got in, and I told her 12 o’clock. She didn’t seem disturbed at all. Whew! Got away with that one!
She then told me that we needed a new cuckoo clock. When I asked her why she said, “Well, last night our clock cuckooed three times, then said ‘oh shit,’ cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then farted.
Well….have a fun, good and productive day. And stay sober.
Thanks for all you do,
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