Shortly after I got married, I was invited out
for a "night out with the boys." I told my new bride
that I would be home by midnight -- I Promised!
Well; the yarns were being spun, the grog was going down easy and at around 3 am (drunk as a skunk) I went home. Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock started and cuckooed 3 times. Quickly, I realized that the love of my life would probably wake up, so I cuckooed another 9 times. I was really proud of myself for having the presence of mind, even when smashed, to escape a possible MAJOR conflict.
The next morning, my wife asked me what time I got in. I told her 12 o'clock, she said nothing . . . . Whew ! Got away with that one!
Later, she told me that we needed to go shopping for a new cuckoo clock. When I asked why, she said, "Well, it cuckooed 3 times, belched, cuckooed another 4 times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3 times, farted, then cuckooed twice more & finally started giggling."
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