I told my husband that I would be home by midnight, “I promise!”

Well, the hours passed and the champagne was going down way too easy.

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, realizing he’d probably wake up, I cuckooed another 9 times.

I was really proud of myself for coming up with such a quick witted
solution (even when smashed), in order to escape a possible conflict
with him.

The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, and I told him 12:00.
He didn’t seem disturbed 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
s**t,” cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3 times,
giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped
over the cat and farted!

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