That’s the talking clock

While showing off his new apartment to friends one night, a drunk man led the way to his bedroom where there was a huge clock on the wall with a big brass gong.

“What’s that brass gong for?” asked one of the guests.

“Why, that’s the talking clock,” the man replied.

“How does it work?” asked a second friend.

“Watch,” the man said, giving it an ear-shattering pound with a hammer.

Suddenly, someone on the other side of the wall screamed, “For heaven’s sake, you jerk, it’s 2 a.m in the morning!”