Here is an little story that a friend of mine has told me lately….
One of the evening we have decided to meet and launch an party with friends. I promised my wife that point I’ll be home at midnight. But the party went too good, and too far. Cocktails, dancing, more drinks and time has run away. Finally, three in the morning arrived to home, needless to say ….. dead drunk… Just tried to shut the door silently behind me, when the bitch cuckoo clock has begin to work: “cuckoo … cuckoo … cuckoo”. Because I knew that my wife will wake up to that noise, I quickly continued the cuckoo’s nine more times. Gotten away with a thought of quarrelling, filled with pride with this brilliant idea – quietly went to bed next to my wife. The last thought before fallen asleep was – how smart and quick-witted I am … even in the critical moments I could invent myself.
The next morning when my wife asked me what time I came home, calmly replied “Exactly 12 at midnight, as promised, my darling”. She said nothing and even seemed to doubt either. Well, phew – gotten away with it …. that’s a MIRACLE !!!…. I thought… but when she turned back to me for a moment and said:
- By the way, I think you should replace that cuckoo clock!
- Yes, my love …but why? – I asked, trembling.
- Well, my baby…. I woke up at three o’clock night when the cuckoo chimed three times and the hell knows why or how, but then the bird has shouted somehow “F*ck !!!…” and did “cuckoo” then four more times as stumbled in the hallway, while did the other three and then the last “cuckoo” with laughing. Then one minute later one more loud “cuckoo!” while he stepped on a cat and broke the phone in the living room together with the table. The last, longest “cuckoo!” in bed next to me was released out of himself, and this bird has simply fell asleep, accompanied by a farting… So, you will replace it, right?