fuzzy navel

an extremely popular alcoholic beverage of the 1980s. even guys were drinking this fruity concoction made of 1 shot of vodka, 1 shot of peach schnapps and 2-3 parts orange juice. the best fuzzy navel would use real unconcentrated orange juice. wannabee “c-cktail” bartenders like tom cruise would argue which schnapps was the best. conclusively if it was/is a schnapps made in europe or canada, it would very likely qualify as good enough. bols from the netherlands was a fine choice of many nancy boy bartenders and good enough for the straight crowd as well.
dwight: — dancing to ‘safety dance’ — “hey bro, could you order me a fuzzy navel!?”
pat: — staring at him like he just got p-ssed on — “what is that man??!”
dwight: — exiting the dance floor seriously perturbed — “forget it man; just keep sucking on your pathetic wobbley pop loser.”
beth: — overhearing the argument — “did i hear you say ‘fuzzy navel!?’ i’d love one; and can i take you home tonight so i can blow your socks off!”
1)a tropical fruit drink with lots o’ alcohol that tastes like peaches
2)joseph terwilliger’s belly-b-tton.
we’re going to need a crane–joe’s got a tuba stuck in his fuzzy navel.
besides the name of a fruity c-cktail this is also the s-xual act of putting p-b-s on a belly b-tton and proceeding to f-ck it.
hey come cut my p-b-s so i can give you a fuzzy navel!
a fruity drink – where fruity does not mean containing the taste of fruits, but rather that the person ordering it is either a girl, a p-ssy, or a h-m-. friends that witness this order should feel obligated to drop the pew gun on this idiot for being such a flamboyant wuss.
doug: hey can i get a fuzzy navel?
bartender: sure (gives look of disgust).
kevin: dude, what are you, a little candy -ss b-tch?
doug: they taste good and they get you f-cked up.
kevin: wow… you, my friend, are officially a p-ssy.