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 = MIDNITE!)
>
>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. ****." , 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."