The other night I was invited out for a night with the guys. I told my wife that I would be home by midnight, “I promise”! Well, the hours passed and the shots went down way too easily… Around 3 a.m., a bit loaded, I headed for home.
Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hallway started up and cuckooed 3 times. Quickly, realizing my wife would probably wake up, I cuckooed another 9 times.
I was really proud of myself for coming up with such a quick-witted solution, in order to escape a possible conflict with her. Even when totally smashed… 3 cuckoos plus 9 cuckoos totals = 12 Cuckoos (MIDNIGHT!)
The next morning my wife asked me what time I got in, I told her “MIDNIGHT.” She didn’t seem mad at all…
Whew, I got away with that one! Then she said “We need a new cuckoo clock.”
When I asked her why, she said, ‘ Well, last night our clock cuckooed three times, then said ‘ oh [censored] ‘ Cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted.
