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The 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 friend.
"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, "For god sake, it's ten past three in the morning!"
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