Right after I got married I was invited out for a night with the girls. I told my husband that I would be home by midnight... "promise!" Well, the hours passed quickly and the beer was going down way too easy. At 3am, 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, I realized he'd probably wake up, so I cuckooed another 9 times. I was really proud of myself for having such a rapid, witty solution, even when smashed, to escape a possible conflict.
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. Got away with that one, I thought! Then he told me we needed a new cuckoo clock. When I asked him why he said, "well, last night it cuckooed 3 times, then said, 'oh
,' cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, farted and tripped over the cat."
The Cuckoo clock
