The Talking Clock

Proudly showing off her newly leased downtown apartment to a couple of friends very 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." (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 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*#&'s
sake you stupid biAtch, it's ten past three in the f*#&ing morning!!!"