One night a man was out for a night with some friends. Around 3 a.m., drunk as a skunk, he headed for home. Just as he got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hall started up and cuckooed 3 times. Quickly realizing his wife would probably wake up, he cuckooed another 9 times. He 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 his wife.
The next morning she asked him what time he got in, and he told her 12:00. She didn’t seem disturbed at all. Whew! he thought, I got away with that one! Then she said, “We need a new cuckoo clock.” When he asked her why, she said, “Well, last night our clock cuckooed three times then said, “Oh hell!” cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the cat and started snoring.