He led the way to his bedroom where there was a big brass gong and a mallet.
'What's that big brass gong?' one guest asked.
'It's not a gong. It's a talking clock,' the drunk replied.
'A talking clock? Seriously?' asked the other astonished friend.
'Yup,' replied the drunk.
'How's it work?' the first 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 ass-hole! It's three-fifteen in the morning!'
