In a compartment of a long-distance train, there were only two passengers. One of them tried to strike up a conversation.
—Brother, I’m a poet. What about you?
—I’m bald.
First friend: You know, yesterday I quickly grabbed Sheila’s hand and stole two kisses.
Second friend: If you were kissing her, why did you grab her hand?
First friend: Otherwise, she would’ve left a five-finger mark on my cheek! 😄
