Talking Clock
Proudly showing off her newly-leased downtown apartment to a couple
of friends late one night, a rather intoxicated young lady yuppie led
the way to her bedroom where there was a big brass gong hanging on the wall.
"What's that big brass gong for ?" one of the friend's asked.
"Issss nod a gong. Issss a talking clock" she drunkenly replied.
"A talking clock - seriously ?"
"Yup." "Hmmm (hic)."
"How's it work ?" the second friend asked, squinting at it.
"Just watch" she said.
She picked up a hammer, gave the gong an 'ear-shattering bash' and
stepped back. Her three mates stood looking at one another for a
moment in astounded silence.
Suddenly, a voice from the other side of the wall screamed, "For
f*#k's sake, you stupid b%%ch. It's ten past three in the f*#king morning!!!"