Shortly after this bloke married, he was invited out for a night out with the boys. He told the wife that he would be home by midnight...
Well, the yarns were being spun and the grog was going down easy, and at around 3 AM, drunk as a skunk, he went home.
Just as he got in the door, the cuckoo clock started, and cuckooed 3 times. Quickly he realised she'd probably wake up, so he cuckooed another 9 times. He was really proud of himself for having the presence of mind, even when smashed, to escape a possible conflict. Next morning the wife asked him what time he got in. He told her 12 o'clock.
Whew! Got away with that one! He thought.
Then she told him that they needed a new cuckoo clock. When he asked why, she said, "Well, it cuckooed 3 times, cuckooed another 4 times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3 times, farted, then cuckooed twice more and started giggling."