Baby booty, juicy fruity, truck stop cutie, road side beauty, I'm in love with you.— James Taylor
Most Powerful Fruity quotations
If life gives you lemons, make some kind of fruity juice.
My most prized possession was my lanyard of Lip Smackers I tore it out of the confines of the paper package, which read “all the flavor of being a girl.”.. In the car, I draped the black lanyard around my neck with a single green plastic balm dangling. I proudly dangled my girlhood in all its fruitiness. It cost only $2.99.
Mostly folk music is people with fruity voices trying to keep alive something old and dead. It's all a bit boring, like ballet: a minority thing kept going by a minority group.
If the factory people outside the colleges live under the discipline of narrow means, the people inside live under almost every other kind of discipline except that of narrow means -- from the fruity austerities of learning, through the iron rations of English gentlemanhood, down to the modest disadvantages of occupying cold stone buildings without central heating and having to cross two or three quadrangles to take a bath.
I think I'm a girly beer drinker - I like the fruity ones. And the radler has lower alcohol.
I'm weird about fruity desserts like lemony, acidic, zesty.
.. I don't like lemon things and orange things, really.
Act averse to nasty language and partial to fruity tea.
I'm not a fruity girl. I don't like licorice. I'm chocolate all the way.
I like to pour my wines for people. I watch their eyes, I can see what they'll like. Most people say they don't like dry wine because they haven't had a dry wine that's clean and fruity, instead of a big, oaky thing.
This Fruity Pebble that ya dealin' with, I ain't ya average jabroni.
I'm like a big purple pinwheel, Rock, so go ahead and blow me.
Sometimes I try a Mai Tai. It's so fruity. It's a little embarrassing, but I like it.
Man, I want to be someone's forbidden fruit." "Well, you are pretty fruity.
May in Ayemenem is a hot, brooding month.
The days are long and humid. The river shrinks and black crows gorge on bright mangoes in still, dustgreen trees. Red bananas ripen. Jackfruits burst. Dissolute bluebottles hum vacuously in the fruity air. Then they stun themselves against clear windowpanes and die, fatly baffled in the sun.
Those fruity drinks better have a lot of caffeine in them or I'll never make it through World Issues.