Telling Time

Just after I got married, I was invited out for a night with "the boys." I told my new bride that I would be home by midnight ... promise! Well, one tall tale led to another while everyone bought me drinks. Before I knew it, it was almost 3:00 a.m. Drunk as a skunk, I took a cab home. Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock started, and cuckooed 3 times. Quickly I realized she\'d probably wake up, so I cuckooed another 9 times. I was really proud of myself, having the quick wittedness -- even when smashed -- to escape a possible conflict. Next morning, the misses asked me what time I got in. I told her 12 o\'clock. Whew! Got away with that one! She then told me that we needed a new cuckoo clock. When I asked her why she said "Well, it cuckooed 3 times, said \'dang it,\' cuckooed another 4 times, belched, cuckooed another 3 times, cleared its throat, and cuckooed twice and then giggled."