Speaking clock
Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2007 1:15 pmProudly showing off her newly leased downtown apartment to a couple of friends late one night, a drunk Female blonde 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 drunkingly 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 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 b*tch , 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" she drunkingly 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 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 b*tch , it's ten past three in the f*#king morning!!!"
