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 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, 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, and I told him "Midnight". He didn't seem pissed off 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 said, "Oh shit", cuckooed 4 more times, cleared it's throat, cuckooed another 3 times, gigled, cuckooed twice more and then tripped over the coffee table and farted."
[From an E-Mail Joke - too funny not to share!]