Cuckoo Clock

[Robby nz]

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 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 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, in order to escape a possible conflict with him.

(Even when totally smashed... 3 cuckoos plus 9 cuckoos totals = 12 cuckoos

MIDNIGHT!)

The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, I told him

'MIDNIGHT'... he didn't seem pissed off in the least.

Whew, I 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 said 'oh shit.' Cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its

throat, cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then

tripped over the coffee table and farted.