The other night stuey was invited out for a night with the guys. He told his OH that he would be home by midnight... "promise!"
Well, the hours passed quickly and the beer was going down way too easy. At 3am, drunk as a skunk, he headed across the snowy fields for home.
Just as he got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hall started up and cuckooed three times. Quickly, he realised she'd probably wake up, so our stuey cuckooed another 9 times. He was really proud of himself for having such a rapid, witty solution, even when smashed, to escape a possible conflict.
The next morning his OH asked him what time he got in, and he told her 12 o'clock. She didn't seem disturbed at all. Got away with that one, stuey thought!
Then she told him that they needed a new cuckoo clock. When he asked her why she said, "Well, last night it cuckooed 3 times, then said, 'oh ***,' cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more.... then farted."