My SO and I walked into the chemist, and he saw one of his former workmates from the local prison there. They greeted each other loudly, as is their way, and began catching up.
“Where are you now” former workmate asks.
“Well, I’ve left the prison, and I’m working at the paper mill now” says SO.
The lady in front of them turned, shot a look of complete and utter disgust at them, and stalked out. I burst out laughing, and had to explain it to my SO, who had missed the look she gave him when he said he’d left the prison.
Reminds me of the time, when SO was working part-time at the prison and part-time doing in-home tech support. We went out to this house to fix the computer, and the couple who owned it were very grateful. As we were leaving they were chatting to my SO, and asked if they could contact him again if they had any more problems.
“Sure!” he said. “I’m only in Tuesdays and Thursdays. The rest of the week, I’m in the prison”.
They both took an involuntry step back, and looked horrified, and I hastened to add “He works there as a system tech”. It was so funny to see the look of relief on their faces!
My SO doesn’t stop to think how it sounds to people when he blurts out sentances that go along the lines of “When I was in the prison…”
As a part of a psychology course I took a few years ago, I had the opportunity to tour a mental hospital.
A few days later, I was walking with one of my friends. She turns to me and says in a loud voice, “So, did you enjoy your stay in <name of mental hospital>?”
People walking around us looked me over very carefully and quickly hurried away.
Walk around with spikies on your arm and lots and lots of bracelets and the little kiddies will look at you with eyes as big as dinner plates
These people I know like to run around yelling “PENIS!” really loud. Sometimes that gets a reaction. Most people find it stupid and immature. I think it’s funny [sub]ok, so I’m easily amused. So what?[/sub]
Our cat’s name is Susan, and, uh, perhaps we are a bit more kitty-focussed than is normal. It’s happened more than once that we’ve been chatting in front of other people saying, “I wonder if Susan misses us? Oh, well, I’m sure Susan’s amusing herself somehow, but she’ll probably be happy to see us when we get home. I just hope Susan doesn’t get all freaked out and bite our ankles when we walk in.”
In my support group “working for the state” is a euphemism for being in prison.
Someone asked me what I do for a living, and I explained it. He then asked me who did I work for, and I answered that I was working for the state (which was true). The look on his face was priceless.
My mother makes the loudest farts I’ve ever heard and delights is farting next to people when we’re in public. She once scared an old lady walking down the street so bad she screamed. My aunt and mother laughed and laughed. My sister and I always hated to go shopping with her when we were kids. Granny always used to say “It’s sad to tell ya’ll but your mama just ain’t right.”
Walk around with spikies on your arm and lots and lots of bracelets and the little kiddies will look at you with eyes as big as dinner plates 
[sub]ok, so I’m easily amused. So what?[/sub]