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!