When I was in the Marines we were deployed in Norway for a month for a NATO exercise and after five days out in the field without access to a shower things begin to smell funky.
We get back to base camp which for us lowly E-3 and under rank types consist of a 9 man tent.
We are hanging out our socks and other things so they can dry out of course. And one of the guys comes in and says " Goddamn it smells like feet and ass in here! "
I guess you had to be there but at that moment in time we just lost it. It was a great tension release for us.
Scenerio: In my office, it’s just one large room and we have all our desks facing each other. My co-workers do the sales and I work the ‘front desk’ by answering the incoming calls and transferring them as necessary.
Usually it’s pretty quiet as they’re doing research/writing e-mails and I’m taking care of the filing and data entry.
This little act happened a few weeks ago during one of those slow, quiet times.
R: chick-a-chick-ah (the Ferris Bueller noise)
me: …Did…did you just make the Ferris Bueller noise?
R: Hey I make that noise all the time and no one ever knows where it’s from! 
me: Uh…ok… :dubious: 
And I’ve only seen tidbits of the movie and even I know where it was from!
I love my co-workers. They’re sweet and quirky girls who happen to coincide with my weird little personality too.
The other day I announced to my co-worker that I “couldn’t see Jeff’s privates”.
I was referring to his Outlook Calendar, of course.
I might have mentioned this in another thread. Last year I was working as a contractor for an International company that sells Business Machines. There were 4 of us. One morning, one of my fellow contractors came in to my cubicle and asked if I spoke any spanish.
“Un poquito,” I replied. (“A little”)
He asked me to translate a birthday card he bought for his niece. I don’t know about elsewhere in the US, but most things you can buy can be bought in Spanish as well. Certainly true for birthday cards. It was a card with all the female Disney characters. Snow White, that Mermaid, etc. It was one of those cards where you put a $20 bill in there, or a check or whatever. It was a pretty simple translation: “A gift for the prettiest princess in the world.”
Now, this guy was pretty whitebread. He was older. “I didn’t know your niece was Hispanic,” I said.
“She isn’t,” he said. “But her Dad speaks Vietnamese.”
I was too perplexed to reply.