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The Blonde and Her Talking Clock


Proudly showing off her newly-leased downtown apartment to a couple
of friends late one night, a drunk blond 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 friend's 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-shatteringbash' 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 wallscreamed, "For
f*#k's sake, you stupid b!tch. It's ten past three in the f*#king
morning !!!"

"Shee !" said the Blonde " A talking clock."