Just after I got married, I was invited out for a night with "the boys."
I told the misses that I would be home by midnight ... promise!
Well, the hours passed and the beer was going down way too easy, at around 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 witty solution, even when
smashed, to escape a possible conflict.
Next morning the wife asked me what time I got in and I told her 12 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, it cuckooed 3 times, said 'oh fuck,' cuckooed 4 more times, cleared it's
throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more and then farted."
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