Once there was a prince who upset an evil fairy and was turned into a fruitcake. Only if someone would love him enough to eat all of him would he turn back into a prince. He was passed around from family to princess to servant to family, but no one would eat him, and he remained a fruitcake forever.
Pure. Gold.
Thanks, man.
My aunt sends me a fruitcake every year, from the Corsicana Fruitcake Company, and it’s wonderful. In fact, that reminds me to go have a piece right now. You’ve just been exposed to bad fruitcakes.
PS, looking at the tin I see it’s the Collins Street Bakery in Corsicana, Texas.
Maybe so. I’ve eaten fruitcake that wasn’t bad, but I’m not in love with it, and I enjoy joking about it.