Around 3 AM (a bit loaded) I headed home. Just as I got in the cuckoo clock chimed 3 times. Afraid my hubby would wake I quickly cockooed 9 more times. I was really proud of myself for coming up with such a quick witted solution. The next morning he asked what time I got in.
I said, "MIDNIGHT!" He seemed fine so I thought I'd gotten away with it.
Then he said, "We need a new cuckoo clock."
When I asked why he said, "Well, last night our clock cuckooed 3 times, said "Oh shit", cuckooed 4 times, cleared it's throat, cuckooed 3 times again, giggled, cuckooed twice more, then tripped over the coffee table and farted."
hahaha where can i buy that kind of cukoo clock? hahaha good one birdie!!