There’s truth and honor in a mustache. And that’s why I started flying one on the flagpole outside of my house.
There’s truth and honor in a mustache. And that’s why I started flying one on the flagpole outside of my house.
A blanket could be used as a warm topping on a hamburger, sort of like processed cheese, only tastier and healthier.
A brick could be used to smash my bottled up rage, and a blanket could be laid down beforehand to catch the shards.
A brick can be used to represent a ruin, or the beginning of new construction. With a brick, the past is the future.
A blanket could be used to express my feelings towards her. You see, I’m not tired—but I am tired of her.
A blanket could be used to cover my couch. Nobody should see that I constructed my sofa on the bones of my ancestors.
A brick could be used as a child’s game to improve memory. I forgot how exactly, but then I never played much.
A brick could be used to crush the Fruit of Desire and make the Juice of Destiny. Drink it before I lose my erection.
A brick could be used to enhance your social status. Just affix it to the hood of your car, like a Mercedes ornament.
A blanket could be used to confuse and disorient. Think of it not as a bed adornment, but as a really big blindfold.
A brick could be used to make love better. Faster isn’t always better. Don’t you want to make love better?
A brick could be used to represent a memory. That way when you live in a brick house, you could be living in the past.
If they can worship a weird creature, which is even not existed; why I must not worship a beautiful one who is already here.
A brick could be used to simulate a war opponent. Especially if your nemesis is paraplegic and without transportation.
Teamwork is me helping you build a brick wall that will come between us and forever divide us. Division through unity.