The talking Cuckoo clock.

Just after I got married, I decided to have a night with „the boys.“ I told the misses that I would be home by midnight…promise! Well, the yarns were being spun and the grog was going down easy, and at around 3 a.m. full as a boot, I went home.Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock started, and cuckooed 3 times. Quickly I realized she’d probably wake up, so I cuckooed another 9 times. I was really proud of myself, having the quick wittedness, even when smashed, to escape a possible conflict.The next morning the misses asked me what time I got in and I told her 12 o’clock. Whew! Got away with that one!She then told me that we needed a new cuckoo clock. When I asked her why she said „Well, it cuckooed 3 times, said ’shit,‘ cuckooed another 4 times, farted, cuckooed another 3 times, cleared its throat, and cuckooed twice then giggled.“