The degeneration of a conversation:

Flossie and I were admiring our new "associate appriciation" t-shirts and I tried to say that I was going to alter mine, but the words got jumbled up and some strange made up lanugage came out instead. She matched my made up language with her made up language, and I responded in an Asian sounding made up langauge and a bow. She said, "It looks like you're praying to your t-shirt." At which time she got down on her knees and began to worship my t-shirt.

The I thought, "Good Lord! This conversation was so normal less than a minute ago! How does this happen?!" It's not like it was an isolated incidence either. This is why people ask if we've been huffing gas from the lab.