Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Ara Na, Ara Na, Aria, Aria

A short but sweet intermission number before I bore you some more with my Tokyo tales.

Came across this funny spot from copyranter, and thought it somehow dovetailed with Eternal Wanderer's post about why he breeds breathes opera:

Don't worry, Ternie.

I'm sure Dame Joan would've approved.


  1. now that was an orgasm in operatic proportions, n'est-ce pas, cher ami?

  2. @ Ternie : All I can say is, if someone ever wailed like that with me, I would kick them out of bed post-haste.

    Or off the parapets, like Tosca.

    Ecco un artista!