From a guy's perspective...

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

Well, the hours passed and the beer was going down way to easy.   At around 3 A.M., drunk as a skunk, headed for home. Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hall started up 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 a quick 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. 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, last night our clock cuckooed three times, then said 'oh fuck,' cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then farted.

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