“I’ll be home by midnight, I promise.” She said.
The hours passed as the margaritas went down way too easily. Around 3 a.m. and a bit loaded, she headed home. Just as she walked into the door the cuckoo clock in the hallway started up and ‘cuckooed’ 3 times. Quickly realizing that her husband might wake up, the wife cuckooed another 9 times.
She was proud of herself for coming up with such a quick witted solution in order to escape a possible conflict with him.
“Even smashed, 3 cuckoos plus 9 cuckoos equals 12 cuckoos. That’s midnight!” She thought.
The next morning the husband asked his wife what time she got home last night.
“Midnight!” She replied. The husband didn’t seem pissed in the least so she thought she’d gotten away with it.
Then he said, “We need a new cuckoo clock.” She asked him why and he said, “Well, last night our clock ‘cuckooed’ 3 times then said, ‘Oh shit’, ‘cuckooed’ 4 times, cleared it’s throat, ‘cuckooed’ 3 times, giggled, ‘cuckooed’ twice more, then tripped over the coffee table and farted.