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 easily.
Around 3 a.m., a bit loaded, I headed for home. Just as I got in
the door, the cuckoo clock in the hallway started up and cuckooed
three times.
Quickly, realizing my husband would probably wake up, I cuckooed
another nine times. I was really proud of myself for coming up with
such a quick-witted solution, in order to escape a possible conflict
with him. : totals 12 cuckoos--MIDNIGHT !)
The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, I told
him 'MIDNIGHT.' He didn't seem pissed off in the least. Whew, I got
away with that one!
Then he said 'We need a new cuckoo clock.' When I asked him
why, he said, 'Well, last night our clock cuckooed three times, then
said, 'oh, ****.' Cuckooed four more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed
another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over
the coffee table and farted.

Good one...Thanks for the smile!

Nice one loved it,