The other night I was invited out

for a night with "the boys." I told my wife that I would be home by midnight, "I promise!" Well, the hours passed and the beers went down way too easy.

Around 3 am a bit loaded, I headed for home. Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hall started up and cuckooed 3 times.
Quickly, realising my wife would probably wake up, I cuckooed another 9 times. I was really proud of myself for coming up with such a quick-witted solution.

The next morning my wife asked me what time I got in, and I told her "Midnight." she didn't seem pissed off at all. Whew! 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 cuckooed three times, then said, "oh f**k"
cuckooed 4 more times, cleared it's throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted.

Posted By: Old Splat, Mar 21, 21:29:52