Just after I got married, I was invited out
for a night with "the boys." I told the misses that I would be home by midnight
... promise!
Well, the yarns were being spun and the
grog was going down easy and at around 3 a.m. full as a boot, 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, having the
quick wittedness, even when smashed, to escape a possible conflict.
Next morning the misses asked me what time
I got in and I told her 12 o'clock. 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, it cuckooed 3 times, said 'dang
it,' cuckooed another 4 times, farted, cuckooed another 3 times, cleared its throat, and
cuckooed twice and giggled."
