One night Karen was invited out for a night with the 'girls.' She told her husband that she would be home by midnight, 'I promise!'
Well, the hours passed and the margaritas went down way too easily. Around 3 a.m., a bit loaded, Karen headed for home. Just as she got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hallway started up and cuckooed 3 times. Quickly, realizing her husband would probably wake up, she cuckooed another 9 times.
Karen was really proud of herself for coming up with such a quick-witted solution, in order to escape a possible conflict with her husband. (Even when totally smashed... 3 cuckoos plus 9 cuckoos totals 12 cuckoos MIDNIGHT!)
The next morning her husband asked Karen what time she got in, she told him 'MIDNIGHT'.. . he didn't seem pissed off in the least. Whew, she got away with that one! Then he said 'We need a new cuckoo clock.' When Karen asked him why, he said, 'Well, last night our clock cuckooed three times, then said 'oh shit.' Cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted.