En kort fortelling om gjÃ¸k og noens hjem…
A Man comes back home at 3am, drunk as a skunk. He hears the cuckoo clock cuckoo three times. Quickly coming up with a plan, he cuckooes nine more times, hoping his wife would think it was midnight. He is very proud of himself.
The next day, his wife asks what time he got home, and he replies, â€œMidnight, just like I said.â€
She says that was good, but that they need a new cuckoo clock. When the man asks why, she answers:Â â€œLast night when it cuckooed midnight, it cuckooed three times, said â€˜Shit!,â€™ cuckooed four more times, farted, cuckooed three times, cleared its throat, cuckooed two more times and then started giggling.â€