Just after I got married, I was invited out for a night with the boys. I told the missus 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 three times. I realized she'd probably wake up, so I cuckooed another 9 times. I was really proud of myself, considering my drunken state, to have escaped a possible conflict.
The next morning, the missus asked me what time I got in, so I told her 12 o'clock. Whew! Got away with that one! She then said that we needed a new cuckoo clock. When I asked her why, she explained, "Well, it cuckooed three times, said 'dang it,' cuckooed another four times, farted, cuckooed another three times, cleared its throat, cuckooed twice, then giggled."
Author: Anonymous
Date: 10/04/2009
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