Just after I got married, I was invited out for a night with "the boys".
I told the missus I would be home by midnight... promise!!
Well the hours passed and the beer was going down way too easy. At
around
3:00am, drunk as a skunk, I headed for home. Just as I got to the door,
the
cuckoo clock in the hall started up, and cuckooed 3 times. Quickly,
I realised that she'd probably wake up, so I cuckooed another 9 times.
I was really proud of myself, having come up with such a quick witty
solution,
even when smashed. Next morning the wife asked me what time I got in
and 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 why,
she said "Well, last night it cuckooed 3 times, said 'oh f**k', cuckooed
4 more
times, cleared it's throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed
twice
more and then farted."
