The other night Jaycinth was invited out for a night with "the girls."
She told Brian she would be home by midnight. Well, the hours passed and the margaritas went down way too easy. Around 3 a.m., a bit blitzed, 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 Brian would probably wake up, she cuckooed another 9 times. Jay was really proud of herself for coming up with such a quick-witted solution (even when totally smashed), in order to escape a possible conflict with him.
The next morning Brian asked Jay what time she got in.
"Midnight," Jay replied
Brian didn't seem disturbed at all. "Okay. I think we should go shopping today. We need a new cuckoo clock."
"Really? Why?"
"Well, last night our clock cuckooed three times, then said, "Oh no.", cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the cat and farted."