The man, the myth, the 'stache.
Oh, dear. I HATE it when this happens!
BluebottleWhat time is it Eccles?
EcclesErr, just a minute. I, I’ve got it written down ’ere on a piece of paper. A nice man wrote the time down for me this morning.
BluebottleOoooh, then why do you carry it around with you Eccles?
EcclesWell, umm, if a anybody asks me the ti-ime, I ca-can show it to dem.
BluebottleWait a minute Eccles, my good man…
EcclesWhat is it fellow?
BluebottleIt’s writted on this bit of paper, what is eight o’clock, is writted.
EcclesI know that my good fellow. That’s right, um, when I asked the fella to write it down, it was eight o’clock.
BluebottleWell then. Supposing when somebody asks you the time, it isn’t eight o’clock?
EcclesAh, den I don’t show it to dem.
Eccles[Smacks lips] Yeah.
BluebottleWell how do you know when it’s eight o’clock?
EcclesI’ve got it written down on a piece of paper!
“HOBOKEN?! Ooooooh, I’m DYIN’ again!”
Now THAT’s comedy! Unfortunately
True story: I was discussing a nearby train show with a bakery clerk, and this youngster comes in to buy a loaf of bread. She sees the antique Lionel locomotive I’m holding, and says, “Oh, WOW! Are those REAL light bulbs? I’ve never seen any before!” Poor thing grew up with nothing but CFLs and LEDs…
But who can’t use a dial telephone.
Okay, now THAT’s a tech joke! :D
Does this mean you had a sect change operation? (H/T Proctor and Bergman)
For example, Rip can hear his knuckles giggling just fine…