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A drunk was proudly showing off his new apartment to a
couple of his friends late one night, and led the way
to his bedroom where there was a big brass gong.
"What's that 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 it 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 asshole...it's ten past three in the morning!"
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