The cuckoo clock


The other night I was invited out for a night with the girls I told Jerry that I would be home by midnight, ‘I promise!’


Well, the hours passed and the Bacardis went down way too easily.


Around 3 a.m., a bit loaded, I headed for home just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hallway started up and cuckooed 3 times.


Quickly, realizing Jerry 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 – brilliant eh?)


The next morning Jerry asked me what time I got in, I told him ‘midnight’…


He didn’t seem pissed off in the least 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 said ‘oh sh*t’.


It then cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table.

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