mr. bombastic

{Jim is fiddling with the desk lamp.}

Me: "It's not plugged in."

Him: "Oh really? I thought it was just broken."

{Pause}

Me: "Thanks, Mr. Sarcastic."

Him: "I wasn't being sarcastic."

Me: "Yes you were!"

Him: "Oh, sarcastic. I thought you said stochastic."

Me: "Stochastic? That's not even a word."

Him: "Yes it is."

Me: "What does it mean?"

Him: "Ummm...."

Me: "Ah. Stochastic. ' Of, relating to, or characterized by conjecture; conjectural.'"

Him: "I knew it had something to do with...uh...philosphy and...stuff."

Me: "Greek. Mathematic."

Him: "Right. That's what I thought you said."

Me: "Shut up. I hate you."

Him: "I knew it was a word."