Last night Heather and I went to see the traveling production of the musical Hamilton here in Reno. We loved it and this morning my thoughts are turning towards the theatre:
If all the world’s a stage – where is the audience sitting?
Just read about the set designer who got fired for not making anything. They said he didn’t make a scene …
Our local postal worker wants to become a comedian, but, I don’t know, his delivery is awful.
I acted in a play on a farm. It wasn’t good and we got mooed off stage.
I tried writing a script once but it just turned into a play on words.
My friend is opening a new shadow puppet theatre. The business plan says he’ll make a fortune – those are just the projected figures.
New paper reported a thief broke into the theatre and stole the spotlight.
I’ve been able to smuggle chocolate into movie theatres – I always have a few Twix up my sleeve.
We ended up leaving the play after the first act. The program said, “Act II – one year later” and we couldn’t wait that long …
I kept telling everyone that the Titanic would sink, but then they threw me out of the movie theatre.
Be nice to the lady selling pop corn – she’s made a lot of concessions.
Why do actors have great hair? They want the perfect part.
Is it me or do theater jokes always seem staged?