Lame

Co-worker staggers to the water cooler near my desk.

He:  My hips are bad.  Someone's gonna have to put me down.
Me:  Okay.  You're ugly, and your mother dresses you funny.
He:
Me:  Or... did you mean some other kind of put-down?
He:  No, Roses.  That's exactly what I needed.

And he walks away chuckling.