The Talking Clock > > > > > >A Newfie 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 with that big brass gong?' one of the guests asked. > > > >'It's not a gong. It's a talking clock,' the Newfie replied. > > > >'A talking clock? Seriously?' asked his astonished friend. > > > >'Yup' replied the Newfie. > > > >'How's it work?' the friend asked, squinting at it. > > > >'Watch' the Newfie 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 asshole! > >It's three-fifteen in the morning!'