the hours passed and the beer was going down way too easy. At around
2:30 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-witted
solution, even when smashed, to escape a possible conflict.
next morning my wife asked me what time I got in, and I told her
twelve o'clock. She didn't seem disturbed at all. Whew! Got away
with that one!
then told me that we needed a new cuckoo clock.
I asked her why, she said, "Well, last night our clock cuckooed
three times, then said "uh-oh," cuckooed 4 more times,
cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed
twice more, and then farted."