“ This was the kack’s cradle, icky-poo’s bassinet. It was Death and Diarrhea, singing duet. Jack Bunbury
“ The stark evening sun at the far edge of the town had just unzipped the sky and finally gone down. Jack Bunbury
“ My toes are a total wreck, my fingernails worse, and god knows my hair could use a registered nurse. Jack Bunbury
