The other night I was invited out for a night with "the girls." I told my boyfriend that I would be home by midnight...
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 boyfriend 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 = MIDNIGHT!)
The next morning my boyfriend 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, ****', 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."

LMFAO...NOW THAT IS HILARIOUS!!

THATS FUNNY ****