Cuckoo

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 and
around 3 am, a bit loaded, I headed for home.

Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hallway started up and
cuckooed three times. Quickly realizing my husband would probably wake up,
I cuckooed another nine 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, three cuckoos plus nine 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 p*ssed 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, sh*t.' Cuckooed four more times, cleared its
throat,
cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then
tripped over the coffee table and farted".
Allan