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 champagne was going down way too easy. 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, realizing he'd probably wake up, I cuckooed another 9
times. I was really proud of myself for coming up with such a quick-witted
solution (even when smashed), in order to escape a possible conflict with
him. The
next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, and I told him 12
o'clock.
He didn't seem disturbed 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 farted."

LOL I heard that one before, but that was a long time ago. Thanks for the laugh. :D