Just after I got married I was invited out for a night with the boys. I told my wife that I would be home by midnight....promise!
The evening went well, the jokes were being told and the beer was going down easy. At around 3 a.m. drunk as a skunk, I went home.
Just as I got in the door the cuckoo clock coukooed 3 times. Quickly I realized that she'd probably wake up so I cuckooed another 9 times. I was really proud of myself, having the
quick-wittedness even when drunk, to escape a possible conflict.
Next morning my wife 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 why she said, "Well, at 3 a.m. this morning it cuckooed 3 times, paused, swore, cuckooed another 4 times, farted, cuckooed another 3 times, paused, cleared its throat and cuckooed twice, then giggled for over three minutes. I think it's drunk, don't you?"