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The husband approached her husband: “My dear, forgive me, There’s a girl’s bachelorette party ... I promised to come.” My husband said: “For God's sake! You can’t be with me ... Only you don’t drink there! At midnight I’m waiting for you home.” "That's it, okay! I’ll come at twelve! I’m not lying to you, dear. We’ll have fun there. In a purely girl’s circle" - Day rushed like a minute: Rum, champagne, liquor, Whiskey, dancing, songs, jokes And , of course, a stripper. It was a lot of fun for everyone. Everyone forgot about the clock. Only at four in the morning they called a taxi together. In general, our heroine returned, as if in delirium, to Zarek from now on I’m not comfortable with my feet. In the darkness I felt the wall, Stumbling over the carpet, Realizing that there would certainly be a conversation with my husband, But in my heart I was hopeful that She could get away with it, I began to take off my clothes, Listening to whether the husband was sleeping ... The sound of the clock rang out, immediately depriving it of all hopes. After all, only four times there was a “cuckoo” in silence. A quiet whisper: “Look, damn it, thing!” Smoothly turned into a mat. Then the thought came to her: “Come on , I’m procrastinating myself! The husband will decide, now it’s twelve, So, she has come on time. And she won’t understand where she was or how she was doing. - How hard it is in the early morning! A working day is ahead. Yes, and the husband is in a strange silence. He looks mysteriously. After scratching his crown, He thoughtfully said: “We must have a cuckoo. Change the time in the clock.” “What's wrong with the cuckoo?” His wife strained immediately. “Well, you yourself listen, What is she doing with us! In the morning, at four o’clock, It was just beginning to get light, As she sneezed loudly throughout the apartment. And then sowing the infection I suddenly began to cook, Well, first four times, And then again five. Deliciously blew her snot, stepped on a cat. In the darkness, screams rang out, the Cat flew off somewhere, Once again, “cuckoo” was heard in silence, Continuing that countdown. But she considered that a little, And she crowed yet. With a wild roar she fell, Erupting a sonorous mat, And then she documented Seventeen times in a row!