The other night this woman was invited out for a night with the girls. She told her husband that she would be home by midnight.

Well, the hours passed and the margaritas went down way too easily. Around 3AM, a bit loaded, she headed home.

Just as she got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hallway started up and 'cuckooed' three times. Quickly, realizing her husband would probably wake up, she 'cuckooed' another NINE times.

She was really proud of herself for coming up with such a quick-witted solution, in order to escape a possible conflict with him. 

The next morning when her husband asked her what time she got in, she told him, "Midnight."

He didn't seem angry in the least. Whew, she got away with that one!

 

Then he said, "But we need a new clock."

When she asked him why, he said, "Well, last night our clock cuckooed three times, then said, 'oh, shit', cuckooed four more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted."