Proudly showing off his newly-leased apartment to a couple of friends late one night, a drunk Irish lad led the way to his bedroom where there was a big brass gong hanging on the wall.
'What's that big brass gong for?' one of the friends asked.
'Issss nod a gong… Issss a talkin' Irish clock' he slurred drunkenly.
'A talking Irish clock…naw…seriously?'
'Yup…hmmm (hic!).'
'How does it work then?' the second friend asked, squinting at it.
'Just watch,' he said.
He picked up a hammer, gave the gong an ear-shattering bash and stepped back.
His three mates stood looking at one another for a moment in astounded silence.
Suddenly, a voice from the other side of the wall screamed,
'For f*#k's sake, you stupid w#%ker! It's ten past three in the f*#king morning!!!'
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