At work:

"She had a delightful phrase for getting angry... "I lost my girlish laughter". We were at her 90th birthday party and she was telling us about where she lived... "I lost my girlish laughter when she stole my panties""
-guy at work 2 cubicles down.

A co-resident couldn't seem to keep her hands on her own laundry.

The best part is that the co-worker continued:

"Doesn't it sound like an Irish brogue?"

He then started to sing in a thick Irish accent:

"Ay lost me girlish laughter, when she stole me panties... they were me favorite undies...."

I had that song stuck in my head for the rest of the day.