guys wanted me to stop at the local pub after work...not a problem I called
Susan and told her I would be home around 10:00 or 11:00. Well, needless to
say, I was a little late. I pulled into the driveway drunker than a skunk.
I very quietly opened the door and and was headed for the bathroom when the
cuckoo clock started it's thing. It cuckooed three times and I thought oh
darn. So I cuckooed nine more times just in case she heard it.
next morning I got up and everything seemed fine. We had breakfast and were
talking about the planned activities for the day. I am feeling pretty smug
about the night before. Out of the clear blue sky Susan said, "We need
a new cuckoo clock. I asked her "Why do you say that honey".
reply was not what I wanted to hear. She said, "Last night it cuckooed
3 times and said "oh fudge", cuckooed 4 more times, cleared it's
throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled cuckooed twice more and then farted..."