You can sit on a brick, and milk a cow with a blanket.
Surviving cancer is cool, but surviving old age is cooler.
A blanket of self-regulated trust on a bed of deceit.
If you bring the blanket, I’ll bring the warmth.
I shit bricks, because I’m a constructive pooper.
I am the burrito wrapped up in a blanket. Eat my warmth.
Mosquito snobs sit on STOP signs trying to get out all the red.
My name is Mr. Brickton, and this brick, it weighs a ton.
I’ll weave the waves into a sea blanket of goodbye.
Two bricks, parallel and horizontal, equals an equal sign.
A brick could be used as a book cover. Talk about hardcover!