The other night, I was invited out for a night with "the girls". I told my husband that I would be home by midnight.
Well, the hours passed and the margaritas went down way to easy. Around 3 AM, a bit blitzed, 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 prbably wake up, I cuckooed another 9 times.
The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, and I told him, midnight. He didn't seem disturbed at all. Then he said, "We need a new cuckoo clock."
When I asked him why, he said, "Well, last nighjt our clock cuckooed three times, then said, "Oh, shit", cuckooed four more times, cleared it's throat, cuckooed anther three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the cat and farted."