> >Subject: Cuckoo Clock

>> >

>> >

>> > > 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

>> > > pinche 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."

>> > >

>> > >