Here's another one for ya? What do ya think?

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 3:00

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. 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

sh#@.", cuckooed 4 more times, cleared it's throat, cuckooed another 3

times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, then tripped over the coffee table

and farted.