The last stop is the bedroom, where a big brass gong sits next to the bed.
"What's that gong for?" the friend asks him.
"It's not only a gong..." the drunk replies. "It's a talking clock."
"Really? How does it work?"
The drunk picks up a hammer, gives the gong an ear-shattering pound and steps back.
Suddenly, someone on the other side of the apartment wall screams, "YOU STUPID ASSHOLE!! It's 3:30 in the FUCKING morning!"
The last stop is the bedroom, where a big brass gong sits next to the bed.
"What's that gong for?" the friend asks him.
"It's not only a gong..." the drunk replies. "It's a talking clock."
"Really? How does it work?"
The drunk picks up a hammer, gives the gong an ear-shattering pound and steps back.
Suddenly, someone on the other side of the apartment wall screams, "YOU STUPID ASSHOLE!! It's 3:30 in the FUCKING morning!"
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