The Talking Clock
Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2007 7:08 am
Proudly showing off her newly leased downtown apartment to a couple of friends late one night, a drunk blonde led the way to her bedroom where there was a big brass gong hanging on the wall.
"What's that big brass gong for?" one of the friend's asked.
"Issss nod a gong. Issss a talking clock" she drunkenly replied.
"A talking clock - seriously?"
"Yup." "Hmmm (hic)."
"How's it work?" the second friend asked, squinting at it.
"Just Watch" she said.
She picked up a hammer, gave the gong an 'ear-shattering bash ' and stepped back. Her three mates stood looking at one another for a moment in astounded silence.
Suddenly, a voice from the other side of the wall screamed
"For f*#k's sake you stupid b i t c h, it's ten past three in the f*#king morning!!!"
"What's that big brass gong for?" one of the friend's asked.
"Issss nod a gong. Issss a talking clock" she drunkenly replied.
"A talking clock - seriously?"
"Yup." "Hmmm (hic)."
"How's it work?" the second friend asked, squinting at it.
"Just Watch" she said.
She picked up a hammer, gave the gong an 'ear-shattering bash ' and stepped back. Her three mates stood looking at one another for a moment in astounded silence.
Suddenly, a voice from the other side of the wall screamed
"For f*#k's sake you stupid b i t c h, it's ten past three in the f*#king morning!!!"