[Wren57]

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 easy.
Around 3 a.m., 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, realizing 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, in order to escape a possible
conflict with him. (Even when totally smashed...3 cuckoos plus 9
cuckoos

totals 12 cuckoos = MIDNIGHT!)

The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in,
and I told him "midnight". He didn't seem pissed off at all. Whew! 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 4 more times,
cleared it's throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed
twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted."