Me: Is this the coolest thing you’ve ever seen? *shows page from catalog*
Rocco: Since when do you like Jane Austen?
Me: No, the t-shirt!
Rocco: *blank stare*
Me: *singing* Now bring me prisoner 24601, your time is up and your parole’s begun. You know what that means?
Rocco: *blank stare*
Me: *whispers* Sing, “Yes it means I’m free.”
Rocco: *blank stare*
Me: Come on, sing it!
Rocco: *mumbling* Yes it means I’m free?
Me: *full on belting* NO! It means you get your yellow ticket of leave. You are a thief. *whispers* Now you sing, “I stole a loaf of bread.”
Rocco: Honey, I don’t have the slightest idea what you’re doing.
Me: Les Mis? Hello? Which one of us works in theater?
Rocco: *blank stares*
Me: NPH would totally play my game.
Can you play that on Herbert? Bascially I’ll listen to anything you belt out, even if I’ve never heard it before.
That’s right! I’ve never seen Les Mis! I’ll understand if you want me to return my BugginWord Membership card, but I’ll be damned if I’m lazering the logo off my ass!
Heh! If there isn’t a photo, it didn’t happen.
You’re missing out. Truly. Come visit.
Be careful what you wish for, Ellykins. Every so careful!
You robbed a HO– USE!
OK, YOU and NPH need to be my new BFFs.
PS – I broke a window pane.
Was your sister’s child close to death? Were you starving?
I know we don’t know each other very well so this next statement might be a little awkward. All the same, I’m having a hard time not humping your face right now.
HA HA HA!
You ARE a gay man trapped in the cutest woman’s body. I had no idea what you were belting about either although I still enjoyed it. I failed the entrance exam to the Elly Fan Club didn’t I? Sigh.
Never! I think I’ve seen that show at least four times live and listened to the soundtrack more times than I can remember. *sigh*
See you on the barricades!
*slurp*
Why do I always think “Liza Minelli” when I see Les Mis? Is that my inner Gay Self screaming to be set free?
Sadly, I’d be the worst dressed gay that ever lived. They’d probably take away my membership card.
Even among misfits, I’m a misfit. Just call me Rudolph.
I don’t want to know which part of you is glowing.
It’s just his Mickey! (is it wrong that I am laughing hysterically at my own joke?) It sparkles too. I need a day off and some rest.
I also think for Rocco’s offense, he owes HPH one of his drawers, clear it out now in preparation of the move. Let’s face it, eventually NPH will come to his senses and move in with you!
You meed indepedent?
(I do a most excellent Rudolph, however it’s really hard to type it out so you would know that)
Yes, let’s be Independent together!
I used to be able to sing 70% of that musical from memory. I was a strange child.
Well then it can’t be at all Les Mis related. Because I can sing most of it too and I was perfectly normal child. Ahem.
I can’t help you with this one. But I could sing you all of My Fair Lady if you’d like.
Yes please! Can you wear a big hat while you’re singing?
Please don’t hate me but I fell sound asleep at a Les Mis production in Boston circa 1989 or so.
I blame it on the Boston Theatre, that or all the booze.
I blame everything on Boston. Let’s just stick with that.
NPH wouldn’t let you play a uke though.
You’re saying I have to choose between NPH or Herbert? Summabitch. This suddenly feels like an O’Henry story.
God this brings me back but…
Five years for what you did
The rest because you tried to run
Anyway, I had to hop down off my freaking throne to run over here and get that off my chest. Plus it was good practice saying it over and over for the future criminals of my imaginary kingdom.
Yes prisoner 24601! I’m going to hump your face, too. Don’t mind this leather mask I’m still wearing from my day job.
That tshirt is very artsy. I can’t say I would have been able to play along, unless it had, say, something from television on it.
Next week, the cast of GLEE will do a Les Mis episode.
OK, sorry, but I’m with Rocco and @avapidblonde …I didn’t fall asleep during Le Mis, but I missed the reference until you spelled it out.
But our seats were in the nose-bleeds, so I couldn’t see shit and the chick behind me sang every single word. She should be dead.
BUT NPH!! OMG! (ok, too many caps) I just saw Dr. Horrible’s Sing-along Blog and LOVED it! He sings quite well and would have totally sung it with you.
Right? I love Dr. Horrible. And Captain Hammer. And Moist. Not that I’ve watched it like 472 times or anything. But I have. Because that’s what best friends do. Are you listening NPH?
Bad Horse is my favorite…
well, you know i can always get it up for nph, but i left at halftime, i mean intermission, during les mis because it was turning me into ms. mis. i like my dark and downtrodden with heavy humor.
please note, however, i’d sacrifice the eleventy billion hours and feign enjoyment while sitting through it again if it meant you’d want to hump my face.
Yeah ok, there aren’t really a lot of jokes. But the music…THE MUSIC! *swoon*
Le who? I don’t know what is going on here. Where are the diagrams?
No diagrams, sadly. There might be a diaphram across the street. Does that count?
Now I’m going to have both Master of the House (like the Seinfeld episode?) AND Castle on a Cloud stuck in my head too. I used to start singing in a very tiny voice, “There is a castle on a cloud . . . ” every time my mom made me sweep.
Best use of “Castle on a Cloud” ever! I thought Seinfeld was the master of his domain. Regardless, never was a passerby to pass him by.
🙂
The post — and the comments — made me laugh. I grew up with the soundtrack of Camelot and still can sing everything related to it.
If Ever I Should Leave You, How Could It Be in Springtime,
Pearl
Life without show tunes is no life at all. Also chocolate and wine are pretty crucial. And soft socks. I think I’ve lost focus again.
I would have fallen in the blank stare category, except there would have been a huge “I don’t get it, but I think you’re so funny” grin on my face.
Not only would he play, but he would be Cosette.