Miiss Cherry asked:


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 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 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
> (MIDNIGHT!)
>
> The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, I told him
> ‘MIDNIGHT’… he didn’t seem pissed off in the least.
>
> Whew, I 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 shit.’ Cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its
> throat, cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more,
> and then tripped over the coffee table and farted.

Jennifer