2009-11-28, 07:05 PM
Late one night a drunk guy is showing some friends around his brand-new apartment.
The last stop is the bedroom, where a big brass gong sits next to the bed.
"What's that gong for?" the friend asks him.
"It's not a gong," the drunk replies. "It's actually a talking clock."
"You're crazy. Show me how it works then!"
The guy picks up a hammer, gives the gong an ear-shattering pound, and steps back.
Suddenly, someone on the other side of the wall screams, "For God’s sake…it's 3:30 in the goddamn morning!"
The last stop is the bedroom, where a big brass gong sits next to the bed.
"What's that gong for?" the friend asks him.
"It's not a gong," the drunk replies. "It's actually a talking clock."
"You're crazy. Show me how it works then!"
The guy picks up a hammer, gives the gong an ear-shattering pound, and steps back.
Suddenly, someone on the other side of the wall screams, "For God’s sake…it's 3:30 in the goddamn morning!"