It is rare when a clueless sort gets jokes totally over their head. A former coworker reminded me of a classic exchange in VT with a local.
Z: Hey Beakerkin, we got a word for men like you that like theatre, read art books and worked in women's fashions.
Z: No you moron its faggot.
B: I worked with enough guys with pinkie rings and ankle bracelets to discern the difference between a tough guy and a punk.
Z: Pinkie rings and ankle bracelets dude you're flaming.
B: A regular Mensa member
Z: Is that where your flaming friends meet
B: I will reduce this to your IQ level bag boy. Bag this.
It is absolutely priceless when a clod is so overmatched that the next sound out of his mouth is duh.