From my cousin Mick in Tipperary

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Following a night out with a few friends, a man brought them back
to show off his new flat. After the grand tour, the visitors were rather
perplexed by the large gong taking pride of place in the lounge. "What's
that big brass gong for?" one of the guests asked. "Why, that's my
speaking Clock" the man replied. "How does it work?"

"I'll show you", the man said, giving the gong an ear-shattering blow with
an unpadded hammer. Suddenly, a voice from the other side of the wall
screamed, "For ****sake, you ****, it's twenty to two in the ****ing
morning!!"

Comments

[danthered.livejournal.com]

*chortle*

[shashin.livejournal.com]

oh gosh, that's so horribly awful but I can't stop laughing. hahahahaha :} thanks. :) (must be pretty close to twenty to two for me now... :/ )

Well

[dacubsf.livejournal.com]

Stop making so much ****ing racket and waking me up. And I won't have to screem so ****ing loud for ****sake

[zhenzhi.livejournal.com]

he he he :-D