The other night Becky was invited out for a night with the girls. She told her husband that she would be home by midnight, “I promise!” Well, the hours passed and the margaritas went down way too easily. Around 3 a.m., a bit loaded, she headed for home. Just as she got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hallway started up and cuckooed 3 times.
Quickly, realizing her husband would probably wake up, Becky cuckooed another 9 times. She was really proud of herself for coming up with such a quick-witted solution, in order to escape a possible conflict with him. (Even when totally smashed… 3 cuckoos plus 9 cuckoos totals 12 cuckoos = MIDNIGHT !)
The next day her husband asked her what time she got in, she told him “MIDNIGHT”… he didn’t seem pissed off in the least. Whew, she got away with that one! Then he said “We need a new cuckoo clock.” When she asked him why, he said, “Well, last night our clock cuckooed three times, then said “oh shit” Cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted.
Thanks Mike
Drunk does not make you beautiful.
ReplyDeleteedutcher, just the opposite.
Delete"Don't be a Becky"
ReplyDeleteAnd I agree with edutcher.
mer, so do I.
DeleteGirls that fart and drunk girls... gotta love 'em! My kind of gals....
ReplyDeleteCederq, damn I knew you'd approve.
DeleteFortunately there are no pictures, but there was this night with a couple Japanese bar girls and a quart of tequila. I'll stop now. You won't believe me. I don't believe it myself.
ReplyDeleteMarkD, enjoy those memories.
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