Gina B 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 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. 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. Shit.”, 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.

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