The other night my wife was invited out for a night with the “girls.” She told me that she would be home by midnight, “I promise!” Well, the hours passed and the margaritas went down way too easily. Around 3 a.m., a bit loaded, she headed for home. Just as she got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hallway started up and cuckooed 3 times.

Quickly, realizing I would probably wake up, she cuckooed another 9 times. She was really proud of herself for coming up with such a quick-witted solution, in order to escape a possible conflict with me. (Even when totally smashed… 3 cuckoos plus 9 cuckoos totals 12 cuckoos = MIDNIGHT !)

The next morning I asked her what time she got in, she told me “MIDNIGHT”… I didn’t seem pissed off in the least. Whew, she figured she got away with that one! Then I said “We need a new cuckoo clock.” When she asked me why, I said, “Well, last night our clock cuckooed three times, then said “oh [censored]” Cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted.

Love it!