Mar 28, 2009

Talking Clock

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 that big brass gong?' one of the 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 asshole! It's three-fifteen in the morning!'

(Thanks to my granddaughter, Jessie for this laugh. I don't care who ya are, now that's funny!)



6 comments:

mother of drug addict said...

that is hilarious!!!

Xmichra said...

lol.. brilliant!

Frankiecon said...

Funny, Babz. Keep up the great work, and my friend Stacey loves you for your kind comment the other day.

Peace

~Babz~ said...

mother of drug addict,

I'm glad to see someone else shares my sick sense of humor, lol!

~Babz~ said...

X, I know your humor is as sick as mine, there's no question there, hahaha!!!

~Babz~ said...

Frankie,
Hi Darlin,hope you are well. Your friend Stacey has to be a wonderful person for you to call her "friend." Any friend of yours is a friend of mine. Capish?