THE BOYS

The other night I was invited out for a night with 'the boys'. I told
my wife that I would be home by midnight...PROMISE!

Well, the hours passed and the beer was going down way too easy. At
around 3 a.m., drunk as a skunk, I headed for home.

Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hall started up and
cuckooed 3 times.

Quickly, I realized she'd probably wake up, so I cuckooed another 9 times.

I was really proud of myself, having a quick witty solution, even when
smashed, to escape a possible conflict.

The next morning my wife asked me what time I got in, and I told her
12 o'clock.

She didn't seem disturbed at all. WHEW! Got away with that one!

She then told me that we needed a new cuckoo clock.

When I asked her why she said, 'Well, last night our clock cuckooed
three times, then said 'oh fuck', cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its
throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and
then farted".