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 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, realising 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 = MIDNIGHT !)
The next morning my husband 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 sh*t” Cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted.
--Two Farmers Are Fighting Over Their Donkeys--
Two farmers are fighting over their donkeys.
They can’t tell the donkeys apart so the first farmer says
“I’ll cut my the tail of my donkey off so that we can tell.”
A few days later the donkeys get into a fight and the other donkey gets its tail bitten off.
The other farmer says “I’ll cut my donkey’s ear off so I know it’s mine.”
Then the next day the donkeys fight again and the other one loses an ear.
Then the first farmer says “I’ll put a collar around my donkey”
The donkeys get into a fight again and the folder comes off.
Then finally the first farmer says
“I’ll tell you what, you take the white one and I’ll take the black one.”
The second farmer responds:
We should probably keep this gate closed too.
