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After closing time at the bar, a very inebriated Mike was proudly showing off his new apartment to a couple of his friends,
who had driven him home. He led the way to his bedroom where there was a rather large brass gong and a mallet.

"What's with that big brass gong?" one of the guests asked.

"It's not a gong. It's a talking clock," Mike replied.

"A talking clock? Seriously?" asked his astonished friend.

"Yup, it is," Mike replied proudly.

"How's it work?'" the friend asked, squinting at it.

"Watch," said Mike. Picking up the mallet, he gave the gong 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 fu__in' sh!thead! It's three fifteen in the morning!"
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