We had a s***load of fun at work today

Every Friday we have a telephone conference with our team members in Nottingham in her majesty's empire. Our dear colleagues from the Island always mock us poor Germans for our alleged lack of humour or sense of such. So instead of hitting back at them that they fry everything that doesn't struggle anymore, we dared them to a game. We declared today, Friday the 26th of October to be insult-your-colleagues-just-for-the-f******-sake-of-it-day

So we spent most of the morning hurling abuse at each other, whenever one of us had to IM or phone one of the Tommies and they would insult the raw stuffing out of Jerry when the roles were reserved. Funny bit is, our team leader wasn't in on it. So at 2pm he initiated the TelCo and things went like this:
When you enter a Telco, you dial a specific number, then enter a code and state your name. I've become good friends with Jon from Blackpool (some pretty brilliant kid, who was hired recently straight out of university) and this is what happened:
Me: *states name*. (Beep sounds and I'm in)
Jon: Yeah, Mofo, 'S up old fart?
Me: "You're the one to talk, ugly."
Jon: At least I'm not the one, who said 'Cherio Mates', when the Romans left.
Me: "Yeah, but you're the only one of us, who couldn't get laid if he gave a woman of ill repute a Million quid."
Jon: "says the man, wo was around when that particular profession was invented."
Me: "sas the man, who's face knows what the inside of a meat grinder looks like."
By this time most of my colleagues had utterly lost it, while our poor team leader was just short of hyperventilating. It was a riot
