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."