In class yesterday, my professor was giving a powerpoint presentation off of her laptop. It seemed to keep falling asleep every few minutes or so, and she'd have to walk over to the laptop and poke it to make it go back the the powerpoint. She was probably a little annoyed by it, but she managed to make a joke of it- though, I think she didn't mean for it to sound quite the way it did:
"I guess my laptop likes to be tou- ah, massaged."
OK, so the whole class leaves that delightful little entendre alone and we continue with the lecture- and the laptop continues malfunctioning periodically. A few episodes of laptop narcolepsy later, this middle-aged guy in our class that everyone hates becasue of his verbal diarrhea (he's even worse'n me, plus he doesn't know what he's talking about half the time, and he's sexist and one of only two males in that class) pipes up:
"I think your laptop needs to be massaged."
I managed to laugh only the once, but fucked if I know how.