Just after I got married, I was invited out for a night with "the
boys." I told the misses that I would be home by midnight...
Well the hours passed and the beer was going down way too easy.
At around two thirty 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 three times. Quickly I realized she'd probably
wake up, so I cuckooed another 9 times. I was really proud of
myself, having a quick and witty solution to escape a possible
conflict, even when smashed.
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, it cuckooed 3 times, said oh fuck, cuckooed 4 more times,
cleared it's throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed
twice more and then farted.
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