Scott.Williams
03-10-2007, 06:11 PM
Piper MacKay was proudly showing off his new apartment to a couple of his band mates after band practice one night and led the way to his bedroom where there was a big brass gong and a mallet.
What's that big brass gong for?" one of his friends asked.
"It's not a gong. It's a talking clock," MacKay replied.
"A talking clock? Seriously?" asked his astonished friend.
"Aye," replied MacKay.
"How's it work?" the friend asked, squinting at it.
"Watch," MacKay said.
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 a--hole...it's three-fifteen in the morning!"
:wink:
What's that big brass gong for?" one of his friends asked.
"It's not a gong. It's a talking clock," MacKay replied.
"A talking clock? Seriously?" asked his astonished friend.
"Aye," replied MacKay.
"How's it work?" the friend asked, squinting at it.
"Watch," MacKay said.
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 a--hole...it's three-fifteen in the morning!"
:wink: