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A drunk was proudly showing off his new apartment to a couple of his
friends late one night, and led the way to his bedroom where there was a big
brass gong.
"What's that big brass gong?" one of the guests asked.
"It's not a gong. It's a talking clock," the drunk slurred.
"A talking clock? Seriously?" asked his astonished friend.
"Yup," replied the drunk.
"How's it work?" the friend asked, squinting at it.
"Watch," the drunk replied. He picked up the mallet, gave it an
ear-shattering pound, and stepped back. The three stood looking at
one another for a moment.
Suddenly, someone on the other side of the wall screamed, "You
a$$hole...it's ten past three in the morning!"
friends late one night, and led the way to his bedroom where there was a big
brass gong.
"What's that big brass gong?" one of the guests asked.
"It's not a gong. It's a talking clock," the drunk slurred.
"A talking clock? Seriously?" asked his astonished friend.
"Yup," replied the drunk.
"How's it work?" the friend asked, squinting at it.
"Watch," the drunk replied. He picked up the mallet, gave it an
ear-shattering pound, and stepped back. The three stood looking at
one another for a moment.
Suddenly, someone on the other side of the wall screamed, "You
a$$hole...it's ten past three in the morning!"
