its that hard donut like thing that your 100 year old ww1 war veterans give you during the holidays thinking you will not smoke or watch tv anymore if you even touch it. seriously this is impossible to bite but it is a godd spare tire thing for your bike.........................................i flush milk down the toilet
"go on, eat my fruitcake" said your old war veteran. "i think ill hit you with it" said you as you threw it and missed him and you started to hunt pacman in your kitchen
a fat lazy piece of shit that never does anything.
they sit on the couch all day and eat, but cry when people call them fat. the lowest form of a human being. if they didn't exist no one would care.
Pete: hey look at that fat slob
John: eww hes a fruit cake sissy bone fat boy Pete: Ya wow, i bet no one cares about him and he has no friends
John: On some real shit
The thing my science teacher calls us all when we are being dumb-asses, too bad for her she doesn't know what it means, and we do. She could get fired. She stills calls us "you fruit," "fruit loop," and so on.
That unidentifiably strange loop on the back of dress shirts that serves no known purpose.
A nerd who laughs at their own corny, stupid jokes when no one else will.
M.S.: I'm not gay!
B.C.: Who said you were? Heh heh, God I'm so fucking funny.
McM.: Stop it right now you fruit loops! If you two don't cease this unexcusable behavior right this instant, I will have to report you for fruit-ish behavior.
S.W.: Yeah, cut it out yo fruit.
M.S.: I'm not GAY!!!