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After closing time at the bar, a drunk was proudly showing off his new apartment to a couple of his friends. He led the way to his bedroom where there was a big brass gong and a mallet. "What's up with the big brass gong?" one of his 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 a voice on the other side of the wall screamed ... "You asshole! It's three-fifteen in the morning!" |
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11111 is coming, so i have to moderate this morning i've made another aphex track mine i wish i could post it, but then they say' it's that LAME encoding again' which is partially true, i mean.. in italy we say that with other people's dick you don't come fully, and at the end you take it in the ass haven't tested it, nor i am particularly interested to but i trust sage's word, when they say it's fun mo |
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well, seems like the clock is 70-80-90 years old yesterday evening i went to the new home to bring more cardboards, plugged my turntable into the stereo and w/o looking at the hour, i put the unseen vinyl to keep me company while unpacking stuff. then at some moment a voice on the other side of the wall screamed... guards!guards!guards!guards!guards!guards!guards!guards!gua rds! i didn't realize that 11 were passed already |
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