tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389636900233702910.post8691180570263771361..comments2023-09-25T04:08:34.669-07:00Comments on Entertainment People: Rethinking EugenicsJohnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00059283337976258051noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389636900233702910.post-4077360151871327592008-04-01T17:38:00.000-07:002008-04-01T17:38:00.000-07:00My favorite fart joke:Girls Night OutThe other nig...My favorite fart joke:<BR/><BR/>Girls Night Out<BR/>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!'<BR/>Well, the hours passed and the margarita's went down way too easily. Around 3 a.m., a bit loaded, I headed for home.<BR/>Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hallway 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 in order to escape a possible conflict with him.<BR/>(Even when totally smashed... 3 cuckoos plus 9 cuckoos totals 12 cuckoos = MIDNIGHT!)<BR/>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!<BR/>Then he said 'We need a new cuckoo clock.'<BR/>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.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389636900233702910.post-54767758434840223932008-02-13T09:16:00.000-08:002008-02-13T09:16:00.000-08:00The harsh, harsh goodness of this blog nicely comp...The harsh, harsh goodness of this blog nicely complements my bitter morning coffee. A delight.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11517017741412833248noreply@blogger.com