Tevye is in the kitchen blogging.Â Golde comes in, wearing her nightdress.
Golde:Â “Tevye, enough with the blogging.Â It’s time to go to bed.Â You have work tomorrow.Â You’re not a rich man.”
Tevye:Â “I know, Golde… I know… let me just finish this post about Israel.”
Golde:Â “Tevye, what is it with every post lately being about the Jews?Â You used to write interesting posts, about other subjects… like sex.”
Tevye:Â “Hold on… hold on… another anti-Semitic comment on my last post.Â I need to answer this jerkÂ beforeÂ I go to bed…”
Golde:Â (singing)Â “Tevye, do you love me?”
Golde:Â “Do you love me?”
Tevye:Â “What kind of question is that?
(singing)Â For all these years, I’ve been with you
Ate with you, laughed with you
Slept with you, blogged with you
After all these years, why talk about love now?”
Golde:Â “Tevye, do you love me?”
Tevye:Â “Of course I do!”
Tevye stands facing Golde, and guides her slowly to the floor.Â He moves under her long nightdress, his beard gently rubbing her inner thighs.Â Tevye guides his mouth to Golde’s pussy.Â Golde moans as Tevye flicks his tongue inside, tasting her juices.Â
Golde:Â “Oh, Tevye, you’re always so good at making me come!”
Tevye:Â Â “Tradition!Â Tradition!”
A Year Ago on Citizen of the Month:Â My Entry to the Vanity Fair Essay Competition
That’s just….wrong. But quite hysterical, and hot.
There you go – back to the gutter where it’s safer. It will be interesting to see what kind of political discussion erupts (ahem) out of this post.
“You’ve heard he has a temper. He’ll beat you every night.
But only when he’s sober- so you’re all right!”
Was going to quote, “Miracle of miracles” but thought that might be pushing it a bit.
So this is what happens to the posts when the editor leaves town! 😉
i love your blog, but this is one is um, gross. sorry.
Gross?Â Being a people pleaser is certainly a thankless job. Next up: photos of cute kittens. Jewish kittens, of course.
And by the way, Tevye and Golde did have three daughters, so the scenario isn’t impossible. OK, maybe the blogging part.
Jewish porn. It was inevitable.
This is waaaay different than the production of Fiddler that I was in when I was in high school.
I feel dirty.
Ew! My father sings that song ALL THE TIME! Bad mental images! (But, as per usual, delightful post!)
Well. That was an unexpected ending!
Loved it. Not at all “gross.” It was just the thing to break the tension around here – LOL
Oy, is Sophia gonna be *pissed*…
My cousin was in a FOTR production in high school. I was 8. I wonder what would have happened to me if that production went like your version. (Probably nothing, since by then I had read all my Dad’s hidden girly magazines).
You need a woman. Soon.
Wow Neil! I just realized I’m your blog crush of the day!!! Thanks!
If I do nothing else worthy of note today, it won’t be for naught!
You love me, you really love me (bad Sally Field impersonation).
Oy vay, is it hot in here?
Tevye and Golde had FIVE daughters. Everyone always forgets Bielke and Shpritze (sp?) because they didn’t get married.
I played Bielke once in summer school, is why I’m so bitter. I had three lines.
But I did remember what the Boys chorus sang in dress rehearsal:
Wow! I never knew Tevya was that kind of guy. No wonder Golde’s still around.
(Nice switch from the political to pornographic!)*smile*
And Sophia’s been gone for how long already? A couple of days at most? Take a cold shower and think about something else, for chrissakes.
I don’t care what The Yearning Heart’s politics are or what she thinks of Israel, she gets my admiration for remembering Tevye’s youngest two daughters, even if she did spell Shrpintze’s name wrong. I’ve already written about “Fiddler” twice on my blog but one day I’d like to write an essay titled “Everyone always forgets Bielke and Shprintze.” Thanks, Yearning Heart, and shame on you, Neil!
As Bielke and Shprintze sang:
For papa, make him a scholar,
For mama, make him rich as a king.
For me, well, I wouldn’t holler,
If he were as hung as anything!
Ick, it’s clear that Jewish porn is not my forte, I leave that to you, Neil…
Bwwwwahahahhaha! your post and the comments!
The common misconception is that Hodel was digging on Perchik because of his revolutionary ideas, but actually she just wanted to go for a ride is his suhweeet Torino.
Well put! Well put!
Mazel tov on this one Neil, you’ll need it. =)
bad boy,Neil. ( in a good way, obviously!)
Finally, I feel I can embrace the arts!
It made me laugh, it made me cry, it made me think.
oy vey – i’ll never be able to watch FOTR again w/o this image
at least i dont need to watch ppv now
Oh. My. God. I. Will. Never. Be. Able. To. Watch. Fiddler. On. The. Roof. The. Same. Way. Again!
As we segue into “If [he] were a rich man…”
Wow Neil, you’ve put Jewish men in a whole new light.
Funny but your mind is in the gutter.
Neil… “a blessing on your HEAD, mazel tov, mazel tov…!”
BTW, Neil, I’m really trying hard not to imagine Harvey Fierstein and Rosie O’Donnell in your version of “Fiddler”!
Gee … miss a few days and I come back to this. Rather an odd post – a kind blog non sequitur. But perhaps I missed something. It wouldn’t be the first time.
I’ve always hated ‘The Fiddler’. At last someone has made it tolerable
i guess this is the off broadway version.
You need to write uncensored like this all the time. In theatre terms: Bravo! Encore!
Or off off broadway–I like the unexpected….
it does have some anti semite ring to it. you should be careful.
Well of course your mind is in the sewer, Neil! And I’m right there with you. *g*
Oh, and thanks for the Bday wishes.
Gosh I hope treespotter is joking, or I won’t know what to believe anymore.
I feel as if I have been driving on a road and then suddenly, out of nowhere, the road takes a sharp turn.
This post makes me feel that way.
Damn those censorers cutting that from the film version. lol.
agreed this must be the off broadway version, Neil. A little diversity is good eh? But it would be like Gilligan and the Skipper having a tryst. Some things just aren’t sexy, like your parents gettin it on.
Heather — I always assumed Gilligan and the Skipper WERE getting it on! (that whole ‘little buddy’ thing)
Gilligan and the Skipper were not special friends, but remember the time the professor got drunk off coconut wine and tried to get friendly with Gilligan? Or did it just seem weird to me?
And I adore Jewish porn. They don’t call Neil “he-bro” for nothing.
I just saw Fiddler this weekend – how funny – i only wish i’d read this BEFORE i went…..