Guys Night Out
The other night I was invited out for a night with the 'guys.'
I told my wife that I would be home by midnight, 'I promise!'
Well, the hours passed and the beers went down way too easily.
Around 3 a.m., a bit loaded, I headed for home.
Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hallway started up and cuckoo-ed 3 times.
Quickly, realizing the wife would probably wake up, I cuckoo-ed 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 her.
(Even when drunk as a skunk.... 3 cuckoos plus 9 cuckoos totals = 12 cuckoos = MIDNIGHT!)
The next morning my wife asked me what time I got in, I told her 'MIDNIGHT'.
She didn't seem pissed off in the least.
Whew, I got away with that one! Then she said 'We need a new cuckoo clock.'
When I asked her why, she said, 'Well, last night our clock cuckoo-ed three times, then said 'oh crap!' Cuckoo-ed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckoo-ed another three times, giggled, cuckoo-ed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted.