The other night she was invited out for a night with "the girls" She told her husband that she would be home by midnight...."Promise!" Well, the hours passed and the champagne was going down way to easy.
Around 3 a.m., drunk as a skunk, she headed for home. Just as she got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hall started up and cuckooed 3 times. Quickly, realizing he'd probably wake up, she cuckooed another 9 times.
She was really proud of herself for coming up with such a quick-witted solution especially since she was smashed, in order to avoid a conflict with him.
The next morning her husband asked her what time she got in, and she told him 12 o'clock. He didn't seem disturbed at all.
Whew! Got away with that one! Then he said, "We need a new cuckoo clock." When she asked him why, he said, "Well, last night our clock cuckooed three times, then said, "Oh crap!", cuckooed 4 more times, cleared it's throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then farted."