Why females should avoid a "girl's-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 hall 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 (even when totally smashed), so as to avoid a possible conflict with him.

The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, and I told him, "Midnight."

He didn't seem pissed off at all. Whew! Got away with that one!

Then he said, "We need a new cuckoo clock."

I asked him, "Why?"

He said, "Well, last night our clock cuckooed three times, then said, "Oh, shit!" and cuckooed 4 more times, it cleared it's throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, then it
tripped over the coffee table and farted."