Jack Bunbury

Life is like a fondue: the best fruit ain__ the best till it__ been through some goo.

This was the kack__ cradle, icky-poo__ bassinet. It was Death and Diarrhea, singing duet.

The stark evening sun at the far edge of the town had just unzipped the sky and finally gone down.

My toes are a total wreck, my fingernails worse, and god knows my hair could use a registered nurse.

He was cut from the scene like a case of the runs from a can-can routine.