“Life is like a fondue: the best fruit ain’t the best till it’s been through some goo.”— Jack Bunbury
“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