F.H.K.H.
F. H. K. H. is when a chubby Hawaiian kid grabs you in a hug so tight it feels like you’re getting tossed in a blender. If you don’t rub their magical 'fro, you’re dead meat and stuck hugging skinny kids who look like they were carved out of a stick.
My cousin got F. H. K. H. ed and now he’s stuck with a skinny kid who smells like old shoes.
I tried to skip the 'fro rub and got stuck with the pointy elbow kid for a week.
At the beach, a kid gave me a F. H. K. H. and I got stuck with a tall kid who hates life.