Post by Paul Hogan on May 24, 2007 18:06:26 GMT -5
Proudly showing off his newly leased downtown apartment to a couple of friends late one night, the drunk yuppie led the way to his bedroom where there was a big brass gong.
"What's that big brass gong for?" one of the friend's asked.
"Issss nod a gong. Issss a talking clock" the drunk replied.
"A talking clock - seriously?"
"Yup." "Hmmm (hic)."
"How's it work?" the second friend asked, squinting at it.
"Watch" the yuppie said. He picked up a hammer, gave it an ear-shattering pound and stepped back.
The three stood looking at one another for a moment in silence.
Suddenly, someone on the other side of the wall screamed "For f#*k's sake you w@nk*r, it's ten past three in the f**king morning!!!."
"What's that big brass gong for?" one of the friend's asked.
"Issss nod a gong. Issss a talking clock" the drunk replied.
"A talking clock - seriously?"
"Yup." "Hmmm (hic)."
"How's it work?" the second friend asked, squinting at it.
"Watch" the yuppie said. He picked up a hammer, gave it an ear-shattering pound and stepped back.
The three stood looking at one another for a moment in silence.
Suddenly, someone on the other side of the wall screamed "For f#*k's sake you w@nk*r, it's ten past three in the f**king morning!!!."