Well, the hours passed and the champagne was going down way too easy. Around 3 a.m., drunk as a skunk, she headed for home. Just as she got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hall started up and cuckooed 3 times.
Quickly, realizing he'd probably wake up, cuckooed another 9 times. She was really proud of herself for coming up with such a quick-witted solution (even when smashed), in order to escape a possible conflict with her husband.
The next morning her husband asked her what time she'd got in, and she 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 she asked him why, he said, "Well, last night our clock cuckooed three times, then said, 'oh no', cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the cat and farted."
