We know no one eats fruitcake, so what do you do with yours??

Question

sunshinegirl you can have my fruitcake

Answer 1

Give it to my Doggie Angel

Answer 2

Have you ever read Great Expectations? Miss Havisham's old wedding cake?

That's what happens to ours.



I crossed the staircase landing, and entered the room she indicated. From that room,
too, the daylight was completely excluded, and it had an airless smell that was oppressive. A
fire had been lately kindled in the damp old-fashioned grate, and it was more disposed to go
out than to burn up, and the reluctant smoke which hung in the room seemed colder than the
clearer air--like our own marsh mist. Certain wintry branches of candles on the high chimneypiece
faintly lighted the chamber; or it would be more expressive to say, faintly troubled its
darkness. It was spacious, and I dare say had once been handsome, but every discernible thing
in it was covered with dust and mold, and dropping to pieces. The most prominent object was
a long table with a tablecloth spread on it, as if a feast had been in preparation when the house
and the clocks all stopped together. An épergne or centre-piece of some kind was in the middle
of this cloth; it was so heavily overhung with cobwebs that its form was quite
undistinguishable; and, as I looked along the yellow expanse out of which I remember its
seeming to grow, like a black fungus, I saw speckled-legged spiders with blotchy bodies
running home to it, and running out from it, as if some circumstance of the greatest public
importance has just transpired in the spider community.
I heard the mice too, rattling behind the panels, as if the same occurrence were
important to their interests. But the black beetles took no notice of the agitation, and groped
about the hearth in a ponderous elderly way, as if they were short-sighted and hard of hearing,
and not on terms with one another.
These crawling things had fascinated my attention, and I was watching them from a
distance, when Miss Havisham laid a hand upon my shoulder. In her other hand she had a
crutch-headed stick on which she leaned, and she looked like the Witch of the place.

Answer 3

I make fruitcake houses, since fruitcake is stronger than bricks.

Answer 4

sorry, guess i'm just not cool enough to get fruitcake in the first place

Answer 5

i dont have a fruitcake
i used to

Answer 6

before handling it, i have to put on a HazMat suit. then i carry it out in front of me with a shovel and bury it in a bag,then in another bag, then in a trash can, that goes inside a lerge metal box marked BIO HAZARD. then i cover up the hole,which is 9 feet deep. but thts just me

Answer 7

You can expect mine in a couple of days..I'm putting it in the mail tomorrow !!
Thats ok. No need to thank me,it'll be a pleasure..

Answer 8

I send mine to the nut house

Answer 9

Oh Towelie, we've tried giving them to the homeless, but they don't want them. We tried giving them to churches, they don't want them. Why do they even make them? ;)

Answer 10

re-gift!! The gift that keeps on traveling