Rick S 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 easy. Around 3:00
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 =
MIDNIGHT.
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. 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
sh#@.”, cuckooed 4 more times, cleared it’s throat, cuckooed another 3
times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, then tripped over the coffee table
and farted.

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