Talking clock

A drunk was proudly showing off his new apartment to a couple of his friends late one night, and led the way to his bedroom where there was a big brass gong.

“What’s that big brass gong?” 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 friend asked, squinting at it.

“Watch,” the drunk replied.

He picked up the mallet, 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, “You asshole …it’s ten past three in the morning!”

[via non blogging Jane]

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2 Responses to “Talking clock”

harriet
September 17th, 2004 16:52
1

LOL! Good job the office was empty!
Em
September 19th, 2004 08:54
2

I’ve got a combined speaking clock/mitre saw that works on a similar basis.