Dr. Frankenstein: “Throw the third switch!”
Igor: “Not the THIRD switch, master!”
Dr. Frankenstein: “Throw it!”
Igor (shrugs): “OK”
Electrical panel explodes
Dr. Frankenstein: “Damn your eyes!”
Igor (looking popeyed at camera): “Too late!”
Dr. Frankenstein: “Throw the third switch!”
Igor: “Not the THIRD switch, master!”
Dr. Frankenstein: “Throw it!”
Igor (shrugs): “OK”
Electrical panel explodes
Dr. Frankenstein: “Damn your eyes!”
Igor (looking popeyed at camera): “Too late!”
Heh heh - got me a new sig line…
The just had to go and replace their perfectly good steam driven light switches with those obnoxious, clanky, exhaust-spewing diesel models
Hummmm, I had the same downstairs neighbor. She once asked me if I had a Great Dane. Said it sounded like horses running around.
In reality it was three 10 week old kittens.
Okey, dokey. I can die happy. Surely now I’ve heard it all.
That’s why at my house, when they start running back and forth, it’s called “Elephant Races.”
I wonder if it was one of those push button old style light switches- anyone know what I mean? My gramma used to have them, and you could hear them loudly from floor to floor, like a loud SNAP. Weird, though.