The Kiwi Clock

Proudly showing off his newly-leased downtown apartment
to a couple of friends late one night, a drunk Kiwi 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.

'Issss nod a gong. Issss a talking Australian clock' he
drunkenly replied.

'A talking Australian clock - seriously?'

'Yup.' 'Hmmm (hic).'

'How's it work?' 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, an Australian voice from the other side of the
wall screamed,

'For f..k's sake, you stupid Kiwi prick. It's ten past three
in the f..king morning!!!'