Carolyn was invited out for a night with “the girls.” Excited, but cautious, she told her husband that she would be home by midnight.
“I promise!” she assured him. Well, the hours passed, and the margaritas went down way too easy. Around 3 a.m., a bit tipsy, Carolyn, headed for home. Just as she got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hall started up and cuckooed three times.
Quickly realising her husband would probably wake up, Carolyn cuckooed another nine times. She was feeling was really proud of herself for coming up with such a quick-witted solution in order to escape a possible conflict with him.
The next morning Carolyn’s husband asked her what time she got in. Without skipping a beat, she said “Midnight.” He didn’t seem disturbed at all, so Carolyn thought she was free and clear.
Her husband turned back to her and said, “We need a new cuckoo clock.”
“Why?” she asked.
He smiled and said, “Well, last night our clock cuckooed three times, then said, ‘Oh, crap,’ cuckooed four more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, then tripped over the cat, and farted.”