The Cuckoo Clock

Why Females Should Avoid a "Girls Night Out" After They Are Married

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 easy. Around 3:00 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 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 (even when totally smashed), in order to escape a possible conflict with him. (cuz 3 + 9 = 12!) So smart!
The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, and I told him midnight. He didn't seem too upset at all. I was thinking....Whew! Got away with that. Then he said, "I think we need a new cuckoo clock". When I asked him why, he said, "well, last night our clock cuckooed 3 times, then it said "Oh shit", and cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more,and then tripped over the coffee table and farted."