Late one night a drunk guy is showing some friends around his brand new apartment. The last stop is the bedroom, where a big brass gong sits next to the bed. “What’* that gong for?” the friend asks him. “It’* not a gong,” the drunk replies. “It’* a talking clock.” “How does it work?” The guy picks up a hammer, gives the gong an ear-shattering pound, and steps back. Suddenly, someone on the other side of the wall screams, “For God’* sake, you *******…it’* 3:30 in the goddamn morning!”

HAHA, I got a good laugh outta that!