The Talking Clock

Proudly showing off his new apartment to a friend late one night, the drunk led the way to his bedroom, where there was a big brass gong.

“What’s the gong for?” asked the friend.

“It’s not a gong. It’s a talking clock!” the drunk replied.

“A talking clock? How’s it work?”

“Watch,” said the drunk. He picked up a hammer, gave the gong an ear-shattering pound and stepped back. 

Just then, someone on the other side of the wall screamed, 

“Hey, asshole! It’s three in the morning!”