> 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.
>
> Around 3am, a bit loaded, I headed for home. Just as I got in the
> door, the cuckoo clock in the hallway started up and cuckooed 3 times.
>
> Quickly, realising my husband would probably wake up, I cuckooed
> another 9 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… 3 cuckoos plus 9 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 pissed 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 shit" Cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its
> throat, cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more,
> and then tripped over the coffee table and farted.
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