The other night I was invited out for a night with "the girls." I told my
husband that I would be home by midnight, "I promise!" Well, the hours
passed and the margaritas went down way too easy!!
Around 3 a.m., a bit blitzed, I headed for home. Just as I got in the
door, the cuckoo clock in the hall started up and cuckooed 3 times.
Quickly, realizing my husband would probably wake up, I cuckooed another 9 times. I was proud of myself for coming up with such a quick-witted solution (even when totally smashed!!), in order to escape a possible conflict with him.
The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, and I told him
midnight. He didn't seem disturbed at all. Whew!! Got away with that
one!!
Then he said, "We need a new cuckoo clock."
When I asked him why, he said, "Well, last night our clock cuckooed three
times, then said, "Oh s**t", cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat,
cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the cat and farted."
