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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.
"What's up with the big brass gong?" one of his guests asked.
[SIZE=+1]"It's not a gong. It's a talking clock," the drunk replied. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1]"A talking clock? Seriously?" asked his astonished friend. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1]"Yup," replied the drunk. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1]"How's it work?" the friend asked, squinting at it. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1]"Watch," the drunk replied. He picked up the mallet, gave the gong an ear-shattering pound and stepped back. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1]The three stood looking at one another for a moment. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1]Suddenly a voice on the other side of the wall screamed ... [/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1]"You azzzzhole! It's three-fifteen in the morning!"[/SIZE]
"What's up with the big brass gong?" one of his guests asked.
[SIZE=+1]"It's not a gong. It's a talking clock," the drunk replied. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1]"A talking clock? Seriously?" asked his astonished friend. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1]"Yup," replied the drunk. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1]"How's it work?" the friend asked, squinting at it. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1]"Watch," the drunk replied. He picked up the mallet, gave the gong an ear-shattering pound and stepped back. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1]The three stood looking at one another for a moment. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1]Suddenly a voice on the other side of the wall screamed ... [/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1]"You azzzzhole! It's three-fifteen in the morning!"[/SIZE]
