Who authored this gem of a piece is unknown to me.
Just for a laugh and to put a smile on your face.
(and just remember, he's really not going anywhere)
The Pillsbury Doughboy passed yesterday of a yeast infection and
trauma from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71.
Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities
turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth,
Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker,
The Hostess Twinkies [yes, back from their vacation],
and Captain Crunch. The gravesite was piled high with flours.
Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly desribed Doughboy
as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded.
Born and bread in Minnesota, Doughboy rose quickly in show business,
but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a
very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes.
Despite being a little flaky at times, he still was a crusty old man and
was considered a positive roll model for millions.
Doughboy is survived by his wife Play Dough, three children:
John Dough, Jane Dough, and Dosey Dough, plus they had one in
the oven. He is also survived by his elderly father, Pop Tart.
The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes.
Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.
Fondly,
~Karen
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