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 to easily. Around 3 am a bit loaded, I headed for home. Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hallway 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... midnight)
The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in.
'Midnight' I told him. He didn't seem pissed off in the least. (Whew, I 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 'O fuck!'. Cuckooed four more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted. If this does not make you laugh out loud, you have lost your sense of humor