This is me. I was lucky enough to be born a brick *she says with a twinge of irony*. I know what you're thinking, "That is the most beautiful brick I have ever seen. I should destroy her before she steals my husband." That's what every woman thinks. And every man can't help but fall all over me. They put their, often dirty, hands around me and do as they wish. They build houses, fences, storage units...it's a busy life I lead. Men have literally told me that I am what holds them up. What makes them feel secure. I didn't ask to be this beautiful. This alluring. This multifunctional and durable. I guess I'm just lucky *she says knowingly and heatbreakingly*. I struggle every day knowing that I will never succeed in this world because every woman hates me and fears me due to my overwhelming good looks and my ability to lure every man to me. Here is my tragic life. The life of the most beautiful brick in the world.