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No Parking Zone! => Off Topic, Off Colour, and non-motorcycle related => Topic started by: JuST Peter on November 24, 2014, 05:02:22 PM
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Proudly showing off his newly-leased downtown apartment to a couple of friends late one night,
a severely, under-the-weather Maori 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 slurred.
'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, a Australian voice from the other side of the wall screamed,
'For f*#k's sake, you stupid pr#ck. It's ten past three in the f*#king morning !!!'
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:rofl AHH Peter youve done it again :thumb
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:grin :grin :crackup :crackup :rofl :rofl
Lucky they don't live next door to me :thumb