The other night I was invited out for a night with the guys.
I told my wife that I would be home by midnight... "I
promise!"

Well, the hours passed quickly and the beer was going down
way too easy. At 3 am, 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 three times.

Quickly, I realized she'd probably wake up, so I cuckooed
another 9 times. I was really proud of myself for having
such a rapid, 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. Got
away with that one, I thought!

Then she told me we needed a new cuckoo clock. When I asked
her why she said, "Well, last night it cuckooed 3 times,
then said, 'Oh crap,' cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its
throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice
more, and then farted."

lmao i jus read this allowed and we all cracked up, thanks for th laugh