The Cuckoo Clock

    The other night Sam was invited out for a night with “the boys”.  Sam told his wife that he’d would be home by midnight...  promise!

    Well, the hours passed and the beer was going down way too easy...  At around 2:30 a.m., drunk as a skunk, Sam headed for home.  Just as Sam got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hall started up and cuckooed three times.  Quickly, Sam realized she’d probably wake up, so Sam cuckooed another nine times.  Sam was really proud of myself, having a quick-witted solution, even when smashed, to escape a possible conflict.

    The next morning, Sam’s wife asked him what time he got in, and Sam told her around midnight.  She didn’t seem disturbed at all.  “Whew!  Got away with that one!”, Sam thought.

    Then his wife said; “We need a new cuckoo clock.”

    "Why?" asked Sam.

    And she replied, “Well, last night our clock cuckooed three times, then said “Oh sh**!” cuckooed four more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then farted!”

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