... We're werewolves. We don't get to judge 'crazy.
... We're werewolves. We don't get to judge 'crazy.
I am the burrito wrapped up in a blanket. Eat my warmth.
My name is Mr. Brickton, and this brick, it weighs a ton.
She must have seen more of my charm than my strangeness tonight.
I’ll weave the waves into a sea blanket of goodbye.
Some tiny creature, mad with wrath, is coming nearer on the path.
If bliss are a type of potato, then ignorance can be french-fried
Two bricks, parallel and horizontal, equals an equal sign.
It's a strange thing, to be talked about instead of talked to.
Let’s make love in the library—in the romance section.
A brick could be used as a book cover. Talk about hardcover!
I’ve got a pocket full of cash, and a condom full of erection.
Watch out for the average--they're usually hiding something big.
A blanket could be used as one square on a giant checkerboard.
My scary strange English shall only be counted as my English problem.