The Dinkleberry is a lifeform that resembles a male
human, with the sartling difference that everything he says makes him sound
like a chauvanistic
DINK. The Dinkleberry prides himself on being the worlds' best manwhore, when in reality he has simply resorted to hitting on every whore that walks by. He does not realize that this is indeed pathetic rather than an accomplishment.
The Dinkleberry species can often be found perusing local stripclubs, with the clearly conceited attitude that every half-naked
girl that looks at him is immediately in
love with his insanely premature bald spot and nauseating Aqua-Velva cologne.
The Dinkleberry's average day consists of
bullshit one-liners that your grandpa wouldn't have used, and a busted
ass Blackberry that he carries out of belief that it makes him look cool. (He likely has no idea how to use the Blackberry as his conscious mind is far too self-absorbed to think of anything but himself and how amazing he simply MUST be.)
The Dinkleberry's diet consists of 3-day-old takeout that his
dog likely licked after licking its own crotch, dirty panties that he stole from a wide variety of hookers, and crust-covered chocolate covered almonds, as the Dinkleberry secretly loves to suck
nuts.
"I can't believe that Chris thought he was such a smooth
dude. Check out that receding hairline."
"Fuck, what a dinklebery."
"I wonder what that smell is all about?"
"It's stale
nuts. The Dinkleberry clearly just finished
breakfast."
