WHEN BM'S GO BAD

Dear Friends,

I have learned a dear lesson today about yammering about bowel movements.

Moments ago I commented that I forgot our zip code. The following conversation happens while we are both in our own cubes, facing our computers.

Elizabeth: You are retarded.
Me: No, I am senile. Sometimes I'm retarded though.
Elizabeth: And you wonder why you're single?
Me: Actually, my brother says it's because I talk about poop too much. I think poop is funny.

I look up and there is an unknown man walking by my cube at that exact moment who heard me.

I have learned my lesson. Will it stop me? Nahhhhh.