An oldie, but goodie

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The other night I was invited out for a night with the guys. I

promised my wife that I would be home by midnight.

Well, the hours passed and the vodkas went down way too easily.

Around 3am, a bit loaded, I headed for home.

Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hall started up and

cuckooed three times.

quickly, realising my wife would probably wake up, I cuckooed

another nine times.

I was really proud of myself for coming up with such a quick-witted

solution (even when totally smashed), in order to escape a possible

conflict with her.



The next morning my wife asked me what time I got in and I told her:

"Midnight." She didn't seem pissed off at all. Phew! Got away with

that one!



Then she said, "We need a new cuckoo clock."

When I asked her why, she said, "Well, last night our clock cuckooed

three times, then said, "Oh sh*t," cuckooed four more times, cleared its

throat,

cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then

tripped over the coffee table and farted."