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, in order to escape a possible conflict with him.
(Even when totally smashed..3 cuckoos plus 9 cuckoos totals 12
cuckoos=MIDNITE.)
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
*****" 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."
lolol
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His request approved, the CNN News photographer quickly used a cell phone to call the
local airport to charter a flight.
He was told a twin-engine plane would be waiting for him at the airport.
Arriving at the airfield, he spotted a plane warming up outside a hanger.
He jumped in with his bag, slammed the door shut, and shouted, 'Let's go'.
The pilot taxied out, swung the plane into the wind and took off.
Once in the air, the photographer instructed the pilot, 'Fly over the valley and make
low passes so I can take pictures of the fires on the hillsides.'
'Why?' asked the pilot.
'Because I'm a photographer for CNN' , he responded, 'and I need to
get some close up shots.'
The pilot was strangely silent for a moment, finally he stammered, 'So, what
you're telling me, is . . . You're NOT my flight instructor?'
LOL