Proudly showing off his new apartment to a couple of his friends late one night, the drunk led the way to his bedroom where there was a big brass gong.
"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 2nd guest asked, squinting at it.
"Watch," the drunk replied. He picked up a hammer, gave it 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 ten past three in the morning!"
5 comments:
poor for you. but as it is sunday i will let you off!
aaahahahahah..
nice one.
where did u get such funny stuff!?
Well there you go - one person's Eddie Izzard is another person's Adam Sandler
never thought i would ever see those two names in the same sentence. other than..
"adam sandler finally realised he would never be as funny as eddie izzard, so he killed himself"
oh, sweet dreams.
We can live inhope, Cappy
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