Late one night a drunk is showing some friends around his new apartment. The last stop is the bedroom, where a big brass gong sits next to the bed. "What's that gong for?" the friend asks him. "Its not a a gong," the drunk replies. "Its actually a talking clock." "You're crazy. Show me how it works then!" The drunk 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 goodness shake . . . its 3:30 in the morning!
