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Proudly showing off her newly leased downtown apartment to a couple of friends late one night, a drunk Female 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 drunkenly 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 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, it's ten past three in the f*#king morning!!!'