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 loaded, 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 really proud of myself for coming up with such a quick-witted
solution, in order to escape a possible conflict with him.
(Even when totally smashed...3 cuckoos plus 9 cuckoos totals 12 Cuckoos
=
MIDNITE!)

The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, and I told him
"Midnight".
He didn't seem pissed off 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. crap.", cuckooed 4 more times, cleared it's throat,
Cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped
over the coffee table and farted."

thats good