Talking Clock
Proudly showing off his new apartment to a couple of his friends late one night,
the drunk led the way to his bedroom where there was a big brass gong.
“What's that big brass gong for?” 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 friends.
“Yup,” replied the drunk.
“How's it work?” the second guest asked, squinting at it.
“Watch,” the man said. He picked up a hammer, 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,
“Hey,
jackass! ... it's ten after three in the morning!”