Cuckoo Clock 2

Soon after I got married, I was invited out for a night with "the boys." I told the wife that I would be home by midnight ... promise!

Well, the hours passed and the beer was going down way too easy, at 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 I realized she'd probably wake up, so I cuckooed another 9 times. I was really proud of myself, having a quick witty solution, even when smashed, to escape a possible conflict.

Next morning the wife asked me what time I got in and I told her 12 o'clock. She didn't seem disturbed at all. Whew! Got away with that one!

She then told me that we needed a new cuckoo clock.

When I asked her why, she said "Well, it cuckooed 3 times, said 'Oh, f#$$,' cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, and finally cuckooed twice more before it farted."