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

“This was the kack’s cradle, icky-poo’s bassinet. It was Death and Diarrhea, singing duet.”

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

“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.”