upon his return from florida, webboy was telling me about his sunburned lips and how he’s addicted to some sort of medicated lip spooj to make it all better. i can’t remember the brand he’s using. i took this as an opportunity to rave about how very much i love burt’s bees beeswax lip balm.

“i love this stuff,” i said chucking the little yellow tin his way.
“what do you do with this,” he asked having clearly not listened to my 40 second commercial pre tin-chucking.
“rub it on my ass,” i said. “what do you think i do with it?”

so, later in the day he was pawing about the papers on his desk looking for his medicated lip spooj.

“what are you doing,” i, being the nosy neighbor, asked.
“i can’t find my stuff.”
“your butt balm,” i asked.

of course being the mature 30-somethings that we are, we broke into six-year-old giggles. another co-worker came over to see what all the laughter was about, and then chided us mightly for being so absolutely juvenile.

so today we were giggling about somethign completely different. it might have the been the one where i was teasing graphicsboy about his secret ninja intern fighting team or something. the chiding coworker came over again to see what was so funny.

“you guys were laughing so much, i thought someone made a joke about poopy.”

neither of us laughed. comedy is clearly quite subjective.