The Drunken Cuckoo
I told the missus 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 missus 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, then cuckooed twice and giggled."
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