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 friends 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 stunned silence.
Suddenly, a voice from the other side of the wall screamed , "For f%$#$# sake you stupid crazy b%$$#, it's ten past three in the f*#king morning!!!"