Menu
Forums
New posts
Search forums
What's new
New posts
New media
New media comments
New profile posts
Latest activity
Media
New media
New comments
Search media
Members
Current visitors
New profile posts
Search profile posts
Log in
Register
What's new
Search
Search
Search titles and first posts only
Search titles only
By:
New posts
Search forums
Menu
Log in
Register
Forums
Non-Cattle Specific Topics
Coffee Shop
Talking clock
JavaScript is disabled. For a better experience, please enable JavaScript in your browser before proceeding.
You are using an out of date browser. It may not display this or other websites correctly.
You should upgrade or use an
alternative browser
.
Reply to thread
Help Support CattleToday:
Message
<blockquote data-quote="TnWI" data-source="post: 173996" data-attributes="member: 1920"><p>A drunk was proudly showing off his new apartment to a couple of friends late one night, and led the way to his bedroom where there was a big brass gong and a mallet.</p><p></p><p>"What's that big brass gong?" one of the guests asked.</p><p></p><p>"It's not a gong. It's a talking clock," the drunk replied.</p><p></p><p>"A talking clock? Seriously?" asked his astonished friend.</p><p></p><p>"Yup," replied the drunk. "How's it work?" the friend asked, squinting at it. "Watch," the drunk replied.</p><p></p><p> 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.</p><p></p><p>Suddenly, someone on the other side of the wall screamed, "You a@@hole...it's three-fifteen in the morning!!"</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="TnWI, post: 173996, member: 1920"] A drunk was proudly showing off his new apartment to a couple of friends late 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?" one of the guests asked. "It's not a gong. It's a talking clock," the drunk replied. "A talking clock? Seriously?" asked his astonished friend. "Yup," replied the drunk. "How's it work?" the 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 a@@hole...it's three-fifteen in the morning!!" [/QUOTE]
Insert quotes…
Verification
Post reply
Forums
Non-Cattle Specific Topics
Coffee Shop
Talking clock
Top