Proudly showing off his newly-leased downtown apartment to a couple of friends late one night, a drunk Aussie led the way to his bedroom where there was a big brass gong hanging on thewall.
'What's that big brass gong for?' one of the friend's asked.
'Issss nod a gong. Issss a talking Kiwi clock' he drunkenly replied.
'A talking Kiwi 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, a Kiwi voice from the other side of the wall screamed, 'For f*#k's sake, you stupid idiot . It's ten past three in the f*#king morning !!!'
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