The Talking Clock

After closing time at the bar, a drunk was proudly showing off his new
apartment to a couple of his friends. He led the way to his bedroom
where there was a big brass gong and a mallet.

"What's up with the big brass gong?" one of his guests
"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 friend asked, squinting at it.
"Watch," the drunk replied. He picked up the mallet, and gave the gong
an ear-shattering pound and then stepped back.

The three stood looking at one another for a moment.



Suddenly a voice on the other side of the wall screamed,
..



"You arsehole! It's three-fifteen in the morning!"

Good One From The North Country!!