[osreb]

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 too
> easily. Around 3 a.m., 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, I
> told him 'MIDNIGHT'.... 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 'oh shit.' Cuckooed 4 more times,
> cleared its throat, cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then
> tripped over the coffee table and farted.