Oh my god, the fruitcakery. My fucking computer has crashed.

My phone has glitched during a business call......the fruitcakery.

Look at the way he's dressed, multi coloured trousers and purple shoes. The fucking fruitcakery of him.

My car is fucking broken, again. The fruitcakery.

Lost my keys. The fruitcakery.

This fucking situation (is a mess)....the fruitcakery.

You spilt chocolate milkshake over her wedding dress and the fucking dog. Unbelievable...the fruitcakery *shakes head*.

I've been jabbed