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Cuckoo Clock The other night Bill was invited out for a night with "the boys". Bill told his wife that he would be home by midnight... promise! Well, the hours passed and the beer was going down way too easy. At around 2:30 a.m., drunk as a skunk, Bill headed for home. Just as he got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hall started up and cuckooed 3 times. Quickly, Bill realized she'd probably wake up, so he cuckooed another 9 times. He was really proud of myself, having a quick-witted solution, even when smashed, to escape a possible conflict. The next morning his wife asked Bill what time he got in, and he told her twelve o'clock. She didn't seem disturbed at all. Whew! Got away with that one! She then told him that they needed a new cuckoo clock. When Bill asked her why, she said, "Well, last night our clock cuckooed three times, then said "oh shit," cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then farted." |