Post by Pontotocmom on Sept 8, 2006 20:57:45 GMT -6
A drunk was proudly showing off his new apartment to a couple of his
friends very late one night (actually early morning). They had all been
drinking, liberally, that evening. After seeing most of the new apartment he
led the way to the bedroom where there was a big brass gong and a mallet.
"What's with that big brass gong?" one of the friends asked.
"It's not a gong. It's a talking clock", the drunk replied.
"A talking clock? Seriously?" asked his astonished friend, thinking at the
same time that his friend was prone to hallucinations.
"Yup", replied the drunk.
"How's it work?" the friend asked, squinting at it, looking for some sort
of hidden mechanism.
"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 a$$hole! It's three-fifteen in the morning!"
friends very late one night (actually early morning). They had all been
drinking, liberally, that evening. After seeing most of the new apartment he
led the way to the bedroom where there was a big brass gong and a mallet.
"What's with that big brass gong?" one of the friends asked.
"It's not a gong. It's a talking clock", the drunk replied.
"A talking clock? Seriously?" asked his astonished friend, thinking at the
same time that his friend was prone to hallucinations.
"Yup", replied the drunk.
"How's it work?" the friend asked, squinting at it, looking for some sort
of hidden mechanism.
"Watch", the drunk replied. He picked up the mallet, gave the gong an
ear-shattering pound, and stepped back. The three stood looking at one
another for a moment. Suddenly, someone on the other side of the wall
screamed, "You a$$hole! It's three-fifteen in the morning!"