I’m winter’s dodgeball, cold, round, and launched with intent.

I'm the most annoying fruit, making jokes like Clockwork. They said you can't rhyme me, but Eminem did, with a slight quirk.

I fill playgrounds, swimming pools and theaters, places far and near. I'm an expression of happiness, loud and clear.

My Zippo had some brownies, he thinks they were laced, now he's a:

Pejorative applied to someone who doesn't have much capacity for thinking. Can also be a little bit of a prick.