Here’s her sorry tale of attempted deception.
“The other night I was invited out for a night with the 'girls.' I told FE that I would be home by midnight, 'I promise!' Well, the hours passed and the G & Ts went down way too easily.
Around 3 a.m., a bit loaded, I headed for home.
Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hallway started up and cuckooed 3 times.
Quickly, realizing FE 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 (MIDNIGHT!)
The next morning FE asked me what time I got in, I told him 'MIDNIGHT'... he didn't seem pissed off in the least.
Whew, I 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 its throat, cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted.”
That sorry tale cheered me up no end.
ReplyDeleteTaz cheered a dull day up has I am supping away in the pub - As usual fantastic :D
ReplyDeleteMade Oi larf.
ReplyDelete*chuckle* not bad FE, not bad at all. :)
ReplyDeleteGood one FE .. the mental image is priceless .. ;)
ReplyDeletehehehe very good
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