Background: our downstairs neighbor has a habit of doing opera warm-ups and bits and pieces of arias and such. I find this totally charming, especially as he's courteous and never goes into his scales late at night. Neither I nor Noah has ever actually seen this downstairs neighbor, and so while I picture him as very burly and bearish, Noah assumes he looks something like Woody Allen.
Tonight, in a further effort to prove that we are both adolescent boys, Noah and I had the following conversation:
(me) "What if he's not actually an opera singer at all, but is getting into the lucrative world of opera-themed porn?"
(Noah) "Baritone Butt-Boy!"
(me) "The Three Tenors, Live and In My Ass!"
(Noah) "The Three Tenders!"