Monday, November 05, 2007

 

Humour Chez Lapin


There was mention of opera.

I started singing, operatically.

Him: That was vile.

Me: I wish you wouldn't be so curt about it.

And then we fell about laughing like loons.

Anyone who doesn't get it? I'm sorry, but I cannot marry you. Not now or at any future date.


# posted by Rabbitch @ 4:39 PM
Comments:
i wish you a lotte luck trying to splain that to those with little-to-no opera knowledge. (and can i lenya a tenor? or has the whole tenor of this post gotten too bass?)

ellen in indy
# posted by Anonymous Anonymous : 4:55 PM
 
Oh you cannot marry me? That hits me like a mack truck. where is the knife?
# posted by Blogger la takahashi : 5:17 PM
 
I wouldn't give three cents for this thread...
# posted by Anonymous Anonymous : 6:50 PM
 
Ah, well. Such is life. At least I have little bits of pretty alpaca fleece to comfort me...
# posted by Blogger Mrs.Q : 6:51 PM
 
Hee!

I got most of it, and I have relatively little opera knowledge.

I hate to be a pest, but how was your journey to see Crazy Aunt Purl? I was going to drive the 8 hours to Minneapolis, but became very ill, and decided to stay home instead.
# posted by Blogger Misstea : 9:47 PM
 
Not a clue until the comments - but that's ok, I don't wanna get married again. I do wish gigolos were a helluva lot cheaper, though...
# posted by Anonymous Anonymous : 12:44 AM
 
Hilarious :). It is absolute bliss to live with someone who is able to appreciate and reciprocate these kind of jokes. Glad to see you are so blessed.

My three cents worth :)
# posted by Anonymous Anonymous : 6:32 AM
 
I DID get it (pertickler item of adoration to me, it is) but those other comments? I'm flattered to be in a crowd of such quick-thinking folks! To you all: HUZZAH!
# posted by Blogger dale-harriet : 7:00 AM
 
I don't get it. Please splain so we can be married as soon as you off the Mr. and get out of prison.
# posted by Blogger pacalaga : 7:07 AM
 
I got it. But it sounds like you're already married to exactly the right fella. Aaannd...I'm not available anyway.
# posted by Anonymous Anonymous : 7:18 AM
 
We must find our way to the next whiskey bar...or we shall die.

I don't know if you saw the Lyric Opera production of THe Rise and Fall of the City of Mahagony, but it was -- IMHO -- brilliant. When Catherine Malfitano walked on the stage and started singing The Alabama Song, you BELIEVED she was a used up old whore. Dog, that was a great night.
# posted by Blogger Aidan : 10:26 AM
 
The old man never takes kindly to me marrying other people: that's an opera for another day.
# posted by Blogger Carol : 3:50 PM
 
Ah, laughing hysterically at jokes no-one else gets. That's marriage in a nutshell (or else insanity)(same thing, natch). :)
# posted by Blogger Knitting Linguist : 5:42 PM
 
All I'm saying is, if it ain't Brecht, don't fix it.
# posted by Anonymous Anonymous : 12:39 PM
 
Now that I think better of it, zombies need a bit of procreation too.
# posted by Blogger Carol : 5:27 PM
 
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