Cuckoo Clock
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! The hours passed and the beer was going down way too easy.
At around 3 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 nine times. I was really
proud of myself, having a quick and witty solution, even when smashed, to escape a
possible conflict.
The 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 said, "Well, last night our clock cuckooed three times, then
said, "Oh crap," cuckooed 4 more times, cleared it's throat, cuckooed another 3
times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then farted."