Shortly after I got married, I was invited out
>for a "night out with the boys". I told the wife that I
>would be home by midnight....I Promise!
>
>Well, the yarns were being spun and the grog was going
>down easy, and at around 3am, drunk as a skunk, I went
>home.
>
>Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock started, and
>cuckooed 3 times. Quickly I realized she'd probably wake
>up, so I cuckooed another 9 times. I was really proud of
>myself for having the presence of mind -even when smashed-
>to escape a possible conflict.
>
>Next morning the wife asked me what time I got in and I
>told
>her 12 o'clock. Whew! Got away with that one! Then she
>told me that we needed a new cuckoo clock. When I asked
>why, she said, "Well it cuckooed 3 times, said 'shit',
>cuckooed another 4 times, cleared its throat, cuckooed
>another 3 times, farted, then cuckooed twice more and
>started giggling.