When Dad saw it live, he fell asleep. I see his point. Warning: too many Terry Pratchett references

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My experience watching The Phantom of the Opera (on DVD) for the first ime ever:

> Upon hearing the opening music and almost every song after that:

I feeeeeeeeeel you Jooooo-annnnnnnaaa, do they think that walls can hiiiiide yooou, even now I'm at your wiiindow.

> at Roul's entry:

*gasp* it's Joe. Oh curse you Angels in America for having a deep and long lasting affect on me.

> 30 minutes in:

for the love of God will you MAKE A POINT!

> 33 minutes:

...he's WALTER! solved it.

> 37 mins:

You, you, CREEPY PERVE!!! OH MY GOD THIS GUY IS SO LAME AND UCKY WHY IS HE WORSHIPPED? Agnes woulda showed 'im.

> 45 mins: 

*checks back of DVD to see how long it goes for*
*starts a jigsaw puzzle*

> 50 minutes:

Oh god they're singing again. TALK SO WE CAN ACTUALLY GET SOMEWHERE.

>when they're all freaking over the letters:

You dumb peeps needs some Granny.

> When Christine's all like "I can't escape him":

How's about you leave the opera, twit.
..."Leave?! Leave the opera?!!!" ehehehee. Ah, I forgot that part.

> Like, an hour or so in:

*gets fed up and puts Space Jam on*  
ehehehehhee, NBA players  HIT THEMSELVES IN HEAD WITH BASKETBALLS!!! ehehehehehhee. 



My tastes are so high brow and cultured. Fear them.