I have a fist like a brick, but I don’t punch through walls—I build them and become them.
A brick and a blanket walk into a barA blanket is a coffin, if the cops are after you and you have to dump a body quick.
A brick and a blanket walk into a barA blanket can be rolled up, much like I roll up my emotions when I listen to political rhetoric.
A brick and a blanket walk into a barA brick could be a breath freshener for a dragon. But so could a mint-flavored baby.
A brick and a blanket walk into a bar