Pablo
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Registered: 3rd Feb 03
Location: Milton Keynes
User status: Offline
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I went for a ferw beers with the lads last night. Missy asked me when I
would be back, so I told her midnight. In the event I didn't get back until
3am. As I walked in, slightly inebriated, the cuckoo clock chimed three
times. In a moment of inspiration, I figured that if she was awake, if I
cuckkooed nine more times, she'd be none the wiser. This I duly did, and got
into bed, feeling somewhat smug.
Anyway, this morning, she asked me what time I got back. I told her I got
back at midnight. "We need to get a new cuckoo clock," she said. "Why?" I
asked. "Well," she said, "last night at midnight, it cuckooed three times,
said 'Oh bollocks,' cuckooed four more times, coughed, cuckooed twice more,
giggled a bit, cuckooed three more times, farted and said 'nice one' before
coming to bed!"
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