Cuckoo Clock

The New Yorker

Is a way of life
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 easy. Around 3a.m., a bit loaded, 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 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(even when I'm totally smashed), in order to escarpe a possible conflict with him.

The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, and I told him "Midnight". He didn't seem angry at all. WHEW!!!!! 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 4 more times, cleared it's throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted.


In God We Trust
and if you can find it this is even better.

Cabo Wabo Tequila and Cantina

it's sammy hagars stock. it's the best i have ever had.


In God We Trust
the only problem with cabo wabo is it is too smooth. none of that throat burn or shake after a shot. real easy to get f*k'd up on.