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Proudly showing off her newly leased downtown apartment to a couple of friends late one night, a drunk blonde 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 drunkenly replied.
"A talking clock - seriously?" ask the friend.
"Yup." "Hmmm (hic)." blonde replied.
"How's it work?" the second friend asked, squinting at it.
"Just Watch" blonde said. She picked up a hammer, gave the gong an 'ear-shattering bash' and stepped back.
Her three 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*#ch, 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 drunkenly replied.
"A talking clock - seriously?" ask the friend.
"Yup." "Hmmm (hic)." blonde replied.
"How's it work?" the second friend asked, squinting at it.
"Just Watch" blonde said. She picked up a hammer, gave the gong an 'ear-shattering bash' and stepped back.
Her three 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*#ch, it's ten past three in the f*#king morning!!!".
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