east buckfuck
a place so far away it’s like your brain forgot how to work and just gave up.
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.’