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The other night I was out for a night with 'the boys.'
I told my wife that I would be home by midnight, 'I
promise!' Well, the hours passed, and the beers went
down way too easy... Around 3 a.m., a bit loaded, I
headed for home.

Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the
hall started up and cuckooed 3 times. Quickly
realizing my wife 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 her. Even when
totally smashed...3 cuckoos plus 9 cuckoos totals 12
cuckoos = MIDNIGHT!

The next morning, my wife asked me what time I got in,
and I told her, ' Midnight.' She didn't seem ticked
off at all. Whew! Got away with that one! Then she
said, 'We need a new cuckoo clock.'

When I asked he why, he said, 'Well, last night, our
clock cuckooed 3 times, then said, 'Oh, Shit,'
cuckooed 4 more times, cleared it's throat, cuckooed
another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and
then tripped over the coffee table and farted.'

Haha Priceless!

I don't like to admit it but I've been there, I'm still on probation.

Hilarious!

Brilliant one!