Clocks

Steve C asked:


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 am, 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 (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 pissed off at all. I thought,
” Whew! I 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 it said, “Oh shit, ” cuckooed four more times, cleared it’s throat, cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and ******.

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