Proudly showing off her newly leased down town apartment to a couple of friends late one night, the slightly 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.’
‘How’s it work?’ the second friend asked, squinting at it.
‘Just Watch’ she said as she picked up a large 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 fuck’s sake you stupid bitch, it’s ten past three in the fucking morning!!!’
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