Look. We're all sick of you. You tell lame jokes at work and on IRC, and you don't get our intelligent, witty ones. We have to feed you a steady diet of smilies in your emails to get the point across without offending you. We have to explain snide comments and quips, sometimes two or three times.
We can't take it anymore. We're about ready to have you shipped to some other humorless country, like France or a former Soviet Socialist State. We've got the crate ready.
Fortunately for all of us, there's hope.