Time For A New Clock
When I was still a newlywed, I was invited out for a night with "the boys".
Being naive about these things at the time, I promised my wife that I would
be home by midnight!
Well, you know how these things go; the yarns were being spun and the drinks
were going down easy, and at nearly 3 a.m., drunk as a skunk, I went home.
Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock we had gotten as a wedding
present started up and cuckooed three times. Suddenly, I realized she'd
probably heard me come in the door, so I cuckooed another nine times. I was
really proud of my fast thinking and having the quick wits, even when
smashed, to escape a possible showdown.
The next morning my bride asked me what time I got in.
I told her, "midnight."
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 at midnight, it cuckooed
three times, said 'Oh, No!', cuckooed another five times, hiccoughed,
cuckooed another four times, and then laughed hysterically!"