The other day, i was invited to a "boys night out" party. Before i left, my wife asked what time i would be in, so i said before midnight. Anyway, at the party, the beer went down far too easily. I looked at my watch and discovered it was nearing 3am. Anway, the next thing i knew i was staggering home. As i got in, the cuckoo clock cuckooed 3 times. I knew that the noise would wake up my wife, so i cuckooed 9 more times. Impressed with my quick thinking, i found my up the stairs and flopped into bed. The next morning my wife asked me what time i got in. I told her 12am. She didnt look bothered. Then she said, "we need a new a new cuckoo clock." When i asked her why, she said, "last night it cuckooed 3 times, paused, cuckooed 4 times more, cleared its throat, cuckooed twice more, giggled, cuckooed 3 more times, then tripped over the cat and farted!"
Sunday, 6 February 2005