The other night I was invited 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 3am, 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 realising 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. The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in and I told him "midnight". He didn't seem p****d off at all.
"Phew, 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 3 times, then said "oh s**t!", cuckooed 4 more times,cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more and then tripped over the coffee table and farted".
LMAO
