The other night I was invited
out for a night with "the boys" I told my wife that I
would be home by midnight "promise!"Well, the hours
passed and the beer was going down too easy. At around 3 AM 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 three times. Quickly, I
realized she'd probably wake up, so I cuckooed another nine times
myself. I was really proud of
myself, having a quick, witty solution, even when smashed, to
escape a possible conflict. Next morning my 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
explained, "Well, sometime last night, it cuckooed 3 times,
then said "Oh f---," cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its
throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more,
and then farted!