Soon after I got married, I was invited out for a night with "the
boys. " I told the wife that I would be home by midnight ...
promise!
Well, the hours passed and the beer was going down way too easy, at
around 3 A.M., drunk as a skunk, I headed for home. Just as I got in
the door, the cuckoo clock in the hall started up and cuckooed 3
times. Quickly I realized she'd probably wake up, so I cuckooed
another 9 times. I was really proud of myself, having a quick witty
solution, even when smashed, to escape a possible conflict.
Next morning the wife asked me what time I got in and I told her 12
o'clock. She didn't seem disturbed at all. Whew! Got away with that
one!
She then told me that we needed a new cuckoo clock. When I asked her
why, she said "Well, it cuckooed 3 times, said 'Oh, f#$$,' cuckooed
4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled,
and finally cuckooed twice more before it farted."
     
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