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Talking clock
A special talking clock
Proudly showing off his newly leased downtown apartment to a couple of friends late one night the drunk yuppie led the way to his bedroom where there was a big brass gong.
"What's that big brass gong for?" one of the friend's asked.
"Issss nod a gong. Issss a talking clock" the drunk replied.
"A talking clock? Seriouiouously?" (burping)
"Yup."
"Hmmm (hic)."
"How's it work?" the second friend asked, squinting at it.
"Watch" the yuppie 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 in silence.
Suddenly, someone on the other side of the wall screamed "For fuck's sake you wanker, it's ten past three in the fucking morning."
"What's that big brass gong for?" one of the friend's asked.
"Issss nod a gong. Issss a talking clock" the drunk replied.
"A talking clock? Seriouiouously?" (burping)
"Yup."
"Hmmm (hic)."
"How's it work?" the second friend asked, squinting at it.
"Watch" the yuppie 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 in silence.
Suddenly, someone on the other side of the wall screamed "For fuck's sake you wanker, it's ten past three in the fucking morning."
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