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I would be home by midnight …promise!

The other night I was invited out for a night with "the
boys". I told my wife that I would be home by midnight …promise!

Well, the hours passed and the beer was going down way too
easy.

At around 2:30 a.m., drunk as a skunk, I headed for home.
Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hall started up and cuckooed
3 times.

Quickly, I realized she’d probably wake up, so I cuckooed another
9 times. I was really proud of myself, having a quick-witted solution, even
when smashed, to escape a possible conflict.

The next morning my wife asked me what time I got in, and I
told her twelve o’clock. She didn’t seem disturbed at all. Whew! Got away with
that one!

She then told me that we needed a new cuckoo clock. When I
asked her why, she said, "Well, last night our clock cuckooed three times,
then said "oh shit," cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat,
cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then farted."