Mike
F*** Socialism!
A drunk was proudly showing off his new apartment to a couple of his friends
late one night. He led the way to his bedroom where there was a big brass
gong and a mallet. 'What's that big brass gong?' one of the guests asked.
'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, 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 frigging idiot! It' s three-fifteen in the morning!
late one night. He led the way to his bedroom where there was a big brass
gong and a mallet. 'What's that big brass gong?' one of the guests asked.
'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, 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 frigging idiot! It' s three-fifteen in the morning!
