Matlock and I spend a decent amount of time worrying that our jokes are inappropriate for the office. Three years with the guys at law school has basically erased any line I ever had. I told Matlock that E thinks some of his jokes are a little "off-color." And Matlock responded that when ladies are not present, he's told jokes in a neon blue shade that have had E in stitches.
I was, of course, jealous. Why should E get to hear all the good jokes? What constitutes "neon blue"?
Today at lunch, overly litigious co-worker McGee said he thought we should sue the woman who hit my car.
McGee: We'll all sue her!
Me: Yeah, that's a great idea. What exactly would you all sue her for?
E: Loss of consortium.
Me: That would be.... gross.
Matlock: That's what I mean by "neon blue," Meg.