The other night I was invited out for a night with "the boys." I told my
> > wife that I would be home by midnight...promise!
> >
> > Well, the hours passed and the beer was going down way too easy.
> > At around 3:00 a.m., drunk as a skunk, I took a cab and 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 possible conflict.
> >
> > The next morning my 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, last night our clock cuckooed 3 times, then said 'oh ****,'
> > cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed 3 more times,
giggled,
> > cuckooed twice more, then farted."
