Jake: "I hate to see a girl standing in a bus when I am comfortable seated."
Lily: "So what do you do?"
Jake: "I close my eyes."
What did the traffic light say to the car?
Don't look. I'm changing.
Him: "My mother told me that every time you have an impure thought, an angel smacks you on top of the head."
Her: "That would explain why so many men go bald!"
What do you call a wizard who walks everywhere on bare feet, has poor bone density and really bad breath?
A super calloused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis.