16.11.2010, 18:47
>
> After closing time at the bar, a drunk was proudly showing off his new
> apartment to a couple of his friends. He led the way to his bedroom where
> there was a big brass gong and a mallet.
>
> 'What's up with the 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 the gong 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 IDIOT!
> It's three-fifteen in the morning!
> After closing time at the bar, a drunk was proudly showing off his new
> apartment to a couple of his friends. He led the way to his bedroom where
> there was a big brass gong and a mallet.
>
> 'What's up with the 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 the gong 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 IDIOT!
> It's three-fifteen in the morning!