From the Files of The Easily Amused

Mr. Desk Neighbor is setting up employee birthdays in his calendar when the following conversation takes place.

Him: When's your birthday?

Me: Huh?

Him: September?

Me: Uh... *wonders if he's already forgotten the little office birthday cake he bought me just a couple months ago*. ... no.

Him: August?

Me: No.

Him: July?

Me: *sigh*

Him: *ponders new interrogation tactics*

Him: What's your sign?

Me: ...

Him: Airhead?

Me: *dies laughing*

Him: I mean, Aeries?

Me: *giggle* no *giggle*

Him: Hmmm. Come on, when was hades blessed with your presence? (running office joke)

Me: May, okay. May. You don't need to know the exact day, as you should be celebrating the whole month anyway.

Him: So you're a tore ass? I mean, Taurus?

Me: >.>

I swear, 15 minutes later he came over, very pleased with himself as only a grown man with a little 12 year old boy still inside his brain can be, with a list of all 12 zodiac signs and their new "names." (Sagittarius --> Flatulos // Capricorn --> Carmel corn // etc...) Thankfully, he amended Taurus to = Tore Up. Heh. I'd rather be tore up than have a torn ass anyday.