Quick Thinking

The other night I was invited out for a night out with “the lads”, I told my wife that I would be home by midnight. I promised this!

Well, the hours passed and the beers went down way too easy. Around 3 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. Realising my wife would probably wake up, I quickly cuckooed another 9 times.
I was really proud of myself for coming up with such a quick-witted solution (even when totally smashed), in order to escape a possible conflict with her..

The next morning my wife asked me what time I got in, and I told her “Midnight”.
She didn’t seem peed off at all and we got through breakfast very nicely, but just as I was about to leave the house to go to the D.IY centre she said “We need a new cuckoo clock.”

When I asked her why?, she said, “Well, last night our clock cuckooed three times, then said, Oh shit! Cuckooed 4 more times, cleared it’s throat, cuckooed another 3 times, farted, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table.