This man went out with the boys, and told his wife that he be home by midnight.
At around 3 AM, drunk as a skunk, he headed for home.
Just as he got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hall started up and cuckooed 3 times.
Quickly he realized she'd probably wake up so he cuckooed another 9 times.
He was really proud of myself, having a quick, witty solution, even when smashed,
to escape possible conflict.
Next morning, his wife asked him what time he got in, and he told her 12 o'clock.
She didn't seem disturbed at all.
Then she told him that they needed a new cuckoo clock.
When he asked her why, she said
"Well it cuckooed 3 times, then said 'oh fuck', cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat,
cuckooed another 3, giggled, cuckooed 2 more times and farted.
