Well, the hours passed and the margaritas went down way too easy. Around 3 a.m., a bit loaded, she headed for home. Just as she got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hall started up and cuckooed 3 times.
Quickly, realizing that her husband would probably wake up and realize what time it was, she cuckooed another 9 times.
She was really proud of herself for coming up with such a quick-witted solution (even when totally smashed) in order to avoid a possible conflict with the hubby.
The next morning her husband asked what time she had gotten in, and she told him "midnight". He didn't seem pissed off at all. She thought, "Whew! Got away with that one!"
Then he said, "We need a new cuckoo clock". When she asked him why he said, "Well, last night our clock cuckooed 3 times, then said 'Oh @#%$', then cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted."
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