<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvUxhfPOpE4etyGuTYTv11oUWUI-p4qvYW9rfrNkvHs4r9ZJz0e7-Vaj5tVlHm_p9q-r0lVH9d9vXYw0EhTL3Ml-23AtLsnYiDWgoWaEQHcGi-FeJ2_dxJaO74xDdA44TsveeB_xtDv5Zd2PTQ0tNcvGGdV1Feb3Hdn6a5zB4GLnTCEQ6t_i59RlXKkkE/s1600/joke_48.png" /><br><div style="font-size: large;">The other night I was invited out for a night with the girls I told Jerry that I would be home by midnight, ‘I promise!’
Well, the hours passed and the Bacardis went down way too easily.
Around 3 a.m., a bit loaded, I headed for home just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hallway started up and cuckooed 3 times.
Quickly, realizing Jerry would probably wake up, I cuckooed another 9 times.
I was really proud of myself for coming up with such a quick-witted solution, in order to escape a possible conflict with him.
(Even when totally smashed… 3 cuckoos plus 9 cuckoos totals = 12 cuckoos, midnight – brilliant eh?)
The next morning Jerry asked me what time I got in, I told him ‘midnight’…
He didn’t seem pissed off in the least whew, I 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 sh*t’.
It then cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table.</div>
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