A night out with the girls

Why females should avoid a girls night out after they are married....
The other night I was invited out for a night with the 'girls.'
I told my husband that I would be home by midnight, 'I promise!' Well, the hours passed and the margaritas went down way too easily.
Around 3 a..m., a bit loaded, I headed for home.

Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hallway started up  and cuckooed 3 times. 
Quickly realizing my husband would probably wake up, I cuckooed another 9 times. 
I was really proud of myself for coming up with such a quick-witted solution in order to escape a possible conflict with him. 
(Even when totally smashed.... 3 cuckoos plus 9 cuckoos totals = 12 cuckoos MIDNIGHT!) The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, I told him, 'MIDNIGHT'... he didn't seem pissed off in the least. 
Whew, I got away with that one! Then he said, 'We need a new cuckoo clock.'

When I asked him why, he said, 'Well, last night our clock cuckooed three times, then said, 'oh shit.' Cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted.