Fruitcake, I think we can all agree, is not a tasty treat. But if you distill the booziness and the cakiness and turn it into a jelly shot, I can get behind it.
When you have unicorns, duct tape, alcohol and magic on your side you really can't lose. That unicorn knows what I'm talking about, he's already had a couple.
No more vanilla bean, tropical breeze, baby's butt. It's time for my house to smell like a hunting lodge or a distillery.
It takes a little more than four bottles of vodka for me to be ready to party but to each his own I guess.