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The last time Valerie had a Girls� Night Out, she promised that she would be back by midnight. Well, the hours passed, and the margaritas must have gone down way too easy. Around 3:00am, a bit loaded, she headed for the Croft. Just as she got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hall started cuckooing 3 times.
Quickly, realising that I would probably wake up, she cuckooed another 9 times. She must have been really proud of herself for coming up with such a quick-witted solution, in order to escape possible marital conflict in the morning. (Even when smashed she knows 3 cuckoos plus 9 cuckoos equals 12 cuckoos which equals MIDNIGHT!)
The next morning, I asked her what time she got in, and she said �midnight." I kept my cool and she probably thought that she had away with it!
I then told her that we need a new cuckoo clock! When asked why, I simply said "Well last night our clock cuckooed 3 times, then said "oh ****," cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed 2 more times, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted."