The Cuckoo Clock

A good friend (who sometimes visits here – ah hem) forwarded this to me today (sounds familiar);

The Cuckoo Clock

“Shortly after I got married, I was invited out for a “night out with the boys.” I told the wife that I would be home by midnight… I Promise!

Well, the yarns were being spun and 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 she’d 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 conflict. Next morning the wife asked me what time I got in. I told her 12 o’clock.

“Oh”, she said, “that’s nice”. Whew! Got away with that one!

Then she told me that we needed a new cuckoo clock. When I asked why, she said, “Well, at 3 o’clock, it cuckooed 3 times, then cuckooed another 4 times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3 times, farted, then cuckooed twice more and then started giggling.”