Subject: FW: The talking clock


Proudly showing off her newly-leased downtown apartment to a couple of friends late one night, a drunk female yuppie 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." "Hmmm (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 three 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*#k's sake, you stupid bitch... It's ten past three in the f*#king morning !!!

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