Where the hell is my fruitcake? I ordered it 5 days ago. Capitol One has paid for it already. My wife and I take turns close to the door awaiting delivery. I’m reading the comments from their site. “It’s too small”.(that means it must be great. I can taste it already). “It’s almost all nuts” (who complains about too many nuts)? I have an enlarged picture of it above my computer. I’m drooling as I type. These Monks make it while they pray for the world. I wish I was ambidextrous like that. While I’m typing this I can only think of glazzie sweet fruit lumps and PLENTY OF NUTS. I’ve got my Christmas tip money for the deliverer. I was thinking of putting up a sign downstairs “apt 210 this way” but my wife forbade it. She said “For crying out loud—-everybody and their uncle will be walking up here asking ‘What’s happening in apt 210’? will you get a grip Honey. It’ll get here when it get’s here” (what the hell does that mean anyway)?
Don’t worry I’m not going to type till it get’s here.
I think I’ll go to bed. My wife’s stationed by the door. Whoa she looks nice sitting there in her little terry cloth bathrobe. “Honey let’s take a nap (she knows what that means) and let the Fruitcake’s fall where they may”.
I/A, you need to leave the house.
This is the best one I’ve ever written.
Plus the other 4 too.
Can’t slide anything by these geniuses here.
Transplant.
Nuts to you.
yes, let’s let the “fruitcake’s” fall where they may.