Blatman
21st April 2009, 16:44
Proudly showing off his apartment to a couple of friends late one night, a Maori fella 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 friend's asked.
'It's not a gong - it's a talking Australian clock' he replied.
'A talking Australian clock - seriously?'
'Yep.'
'How's it work?' the second friend asked.
'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, an Australian voice from the other side of the wall screamed,
'For fuck's sake, you stupid prick! It's ten past three in the fucking morning !!!'
'What's that big brass gong for?' one of the friend's asked.
'It's not a gong - it's a talking Australian clock' he replied.
'A talking Australian clock - seriously?'
'Yep.'
'How's it work?' the second friend asked.
'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, an Australian voice from the other side of the wall screamed,
'For fuck's sake, you stupid prick! It's ten past three in the fucking morning !!!'