The Cuckoo clock

The other night I was invited out for a night with "the boys". I told
my wife that I would be home by midnight ..promise!

Well, the hours passed and the beer was going down way too easy. At
around 2:30 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, I realized she'd probably wake up, so I cuckooed another 9
times. I was really proud of myself, having a quick-witted solution,
even when smashed, to escape a possible conflict.

The next morning my wife asked me what time I got in, and I told her
twelve o'clock. She didn't seem disturbed at all. Whew! Got away with
that one!

She then told me that we needed a new cuckoo clock. When I asked her
why, she said, "Well, last night our clock cuckooed three times, then
said "oh crap," cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3
times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then farted."

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