It just wouldn't be Christmas without you, Walt. At the exact moment I'm thinking the season ain't complete, the doorbell at FR rings. With breathless anticipation, we rush as one to the door and fling it open, visions of glittery packages filling our mind's eye and what to our wondering eyes should appear?
You, Walt...the fruitcake we get every year. Nobody wants it, nobody ordered it, we'll just slap a mailing label on it and send it on down the line. Perhaps Katy Texas this time, Illbay would probably be happy to see you.
You, Walt...the fruitcake we get every year.
Now this really isn't being very fair to fruitcakes. Surely there are fruitcakes out there somewhere that are offended by this comment.