... 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.