The other night I was invited out for a night with the guys. I told my wife that I would be home by midnight... "promise!" Well, the hours passed quickly and the beer was going down way too easy. At 2am, 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 three times.
Quickly, I realized she'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 wife asked me what time I got in, and I told her 12 o'clock. She didn't seem disturbed at all. Got away with that one, I thought! Then she told me we needed a new cuckoo clock.
When I asked her why she said, "Well, last night it cuckooed 3 times, then said, 'oh f*ck,' cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed
another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more.... then farted."
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