Proudly showing off his new apartment to a friend late one night, a young man led the way to his bedroom, where there was a big brass gong.
“What’s that big brass gong for?” asked the friend.
“It’s not a gong. It’s a talking clock,” the drunk replied.
“A talking clock? How’s it work?”
“Watch,” said the drunk. He picked up a hammer, gave the gong an ear-shattering pound and stepped back.
Someone on the other side of the wall screamed: “Hey, you jerk! It’s three in the morning!”