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Cuckoo clock



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 easy.
Around 3 a.m., a bit blitzed, I headed for home. Just as I got in the door,
the cuckoo clock in the hall started up and cuckooed 3 times. Quickly, realizing 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 (even when totally smashed),
in order to escape a possible conflict with him.

The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, and I told him
Midnight. He didn't seem disturbed at all. Whew! 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 it said, "Oh. Shit", cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed
another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the
cat and farted."