After closing time at the bar, a drunk was proudly showing off
his new apartment to a couple of his friends. He led the way
to his bedroom where there was a big brass gong and a mallet
hanging from the wall.
"What's up with the big brass gong?" one of his guests asked.
"It's not a gong. It's a talking clock," the drunk replied.
"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 the
gong an ear-shattering pound and stepped back.
The three stood looking at one another for a moment
waiting for something to happen when suddenly a voice
on the other side of the wall screamed ...
"You asshole! It's three-fifteen in the morning!"
his new apartment to a couple of his friends. He led the way
to his bedroom where there was a big brass gong and a mallet
hanging from the wall.
"What's up with the big brass gong?" one of his guests asked.
"It's not a gong. It's a talking clock," the drunk replied.
"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 the
gong an ear-shattering pound and stepped back.
The three stood looking at one another for a moment
waiting for something to happen when suddenly a voice
on the other side of the wall screamed ...
"You asshole! It's three-fifteen in the morning!"
