Girls' Night Out

I stole this via email from Rhianna sorry sweetie hope yoy don't mind?

The other night I was invited out for a night with "the girls". I told
my husband that I would be home by midnight, "I promise!" Well, the hours
passed and the champagne was going down way too easy. Around 3 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, realizing he'd
probably wake up, I cuckooed another 9 times. I was really proud of
myself for coming up with such a quick-witted solution (even when smashed),
in
order to escape a possible conflict with him.

The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, and I told him
12:00. He didn't seem disturbed at all. Whew! Got away with that one!
Then he said, "We need a new cuckoo clock." When I asked him why, he said,
well, last night our clock cuckooed three times, then said, "oh ****",
cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3 times,
giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the cat and farted."