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 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 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. shit.", cuckooed 4 more times, cleared it's throat,
cuckooed
> >another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over
the
> >coffee table and farted."

So the cockoo had a few too much to drink :lol:

tell me about it. HAHAHA and she farted too!

THEY ALL FART :!: You just dont always know it until it crawls up into youre crawl and blows youre smelling sensations into oblivia :!: :eek: