Wednesday, January 19, 2005

A talking clock


A drunk was proudly showing off his new apartment
to acouple 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 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.
Suddenly, someone on the other side of the wall screamed,
"'s three-fifteen in the morning!"


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