A brick could be used as a brick. Clever, right?


For the sake of my loved ones, I don’t drink sake.

When I make love I use protection. I wear rubber gloves.

A brick could be used as a patsy in a murder plot.


The unnatural and the strange have a perfume of their own

This world has seen the birth of several strange animals.

Surviving cancer is cool, but surviving old age is cooler.

A brick on a stick could be licked like a lollipop.


When one is two, it is love, and one plus one equals three.

If you bring the blanket, I’ll bring the warmth.


A blanket of self-regulated trust on a bed of deceit. 


I shit bricks, because I’m a constructive pooper.


I’ll name my firstborn child Squiblob, after his mother.

We’re all somewhere 1-100 in love. I’m always 100.

I love three women—Agatha, Christy, and Agatha Christie.