TALKING CLOCK

[madjackdog]

After closing time at the bar, a drunk was proudly showing off his new apartment to a couple of his friends.

He led the way to his bedroom where there was a big brass gong and a mallet.

“What's up with the big brass gong?” one of his 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 the gong 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 *******!

It's three-fifteen in the morning!”

 

[Old Michael]

:lol:

Knock it off, you *******! It's ........1:53 in the morning!

 

[madjackdog]

:lol: Knock it off, you *******! It's ........1:53 in the morning!

I assume by "you *******" you mean the inebriated gentleman in the joke, and not the sophisticated good-looking joke poster. Otherwise my feelings would be very, very, very, deeply hurt. (It's been scientifically proven that handsome, athletic men are more sensitive to slights of this type [i'm sure if the situation were reversed, such criticism by me would roll off you like water off a duck]).

 

[boomerang]

I have an electric bass that works the same way. Only the cops show up to let you know what time it is.