Kevin, my lead guitarist, and another real comedian of a coworker are working on rewiring a vibratory feeder pan. I mosey, NO, I saunter back there, to ask him about getting Dream Theater tickets this morning. Kevin: "What are YOU doing here, *** hole? " Me: "Shup. You're full of poop." K: "Yes, actually I am full of poop." Me: "Do something about it, then!" K: "I can't. I need someone to wipe me." Me: "Oh great, I ass-sume you need ME to wipe your beautiful behind." K: "Bryan will you please wipe my poop for me?" Me: "Wait, do I have to put that down on my timesheet?" MANIC LAUGHTER from the three of us. Me: "Oh yeah, they're gonna be filing our time sheets tonight! Job: Inhouse. Category: OFFICE MAINTENANCE!" More hysterical laughter. We're holding our knees to keep from falling over. Me: "Time: 0.25 hours. Work performed: Wiping!!!" Kevin falls down, sits on his butt, and just laughs un controllably. The other guy is wiping tears away. I'm unable to breathe at this point. That was pretty much the most rediculous thing that's occured in our shop in the last year. Got morale problems at work? Weather bringing you down? Toilet humor. IT SOLVES EVERYTHING!