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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 friends asked.
\"Issss nod a gong. Issss a talking clock\" the drunk replied.
\"A talking clock? Seriously?\" (burping)
\"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 effing w*nker, it\'s ten past three in the f**king morning.\"
\"What\'s that big brass gong for?\" one of the friends asked.
\"Issss nod a gong. Issss a talking clock\" the drunk replied.
\"A talking clock? Seriously?\" (burping)
\"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 effing w*nker, it\'s ten past three in the f**king morning.\"