east buckfuck

I told my mom I was going to east buckfuck for the weekend. She said I was probably dead by now.

My friend’s cousin lives in east buckfuck. He says it’s so quiet you can hear your own stupidity.

I got lost on the way to east buckfuck. I think I’m now a part of it.

My uncle’s job is in east buckfuck. He says he only goes there because the donut’s still warm.

I tried to send a text to my friend in east buckfuck. It came back with a donut emoji and a ‘please come here’ message.

My GPS said I was in east buckfuck. I looked up and saw a donut. I believed it.

My brain gave up when I got to east buckfuck. I now live there full-time.

My teacher said I’d be sent to east buckfuck if I didn’t stop talking like a donut factory.

I got a letter from east buckfuck. It said, ‘We miss you, but we’re also kind of mad.’