Ask a joke and polish your shoes. A man who loves ballroom dancing, ah, my leather shoes are cracked.

I bought an e-cigarette recently, and it feels good.

I stuffed it into my jeans pocket when I went out to take the bus yesterday. Maybe the jeans were too tight and I pressed the switch. The whole carriage watched me smoking under my crotch. . .

I was so absorbed in playing with my mobile phone that I didn't notice it until a kind friend patted me. Dude, you look great.

Me. . .