Home Late...
The other night I was invited out for a night with "the
boys." I told my wife that I would be home by midnight...promise!
Well, the hours passed and the beer was going down way too easy. At around
3:00 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.
The next morning my 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, last night our clock cuckooed 3
times, then said 'oh no,' cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat,
cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then broke wind.
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