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Pub Crawl

Posted: July 29, 2004 10:18 am
by Margarita Will
The other night a couple of my runnin' buddies invited me out for a pub crawl. I told my wife that I would be home by midnight. "I promise!"

Well, the hours passed and the Margaritas went down waaay too easy. Around 3a.m., a bit blitzed, 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 wife 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 her.

The next morning my wife asked me what time I got in, and I told her midnight. She didn't seem disturbed at all. (Whew! Got away with that one!).

Then she said, "I think we need a new cuckoo clock."

When I asked her why, she said, "Well, last night our clock cuckooed 3 times, then said, "Oh, crap", cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the cat and farted."

That's my story - and I'm stickin' to it...

-=Margarita Will=-

Posted: July 29, 2004 4:03 pm
by MelliJellyBean
hehe cute story

Posted: July 29, 2004 4:33 pm
by Lastplaneout
That's pretty funny. I like that one :lol: :lol: