Monday, May 31, 2010

The sad demise of an AMERICAN ICON …


Please join me in remembering a great icon of the entertainment community. The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications 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, and Captain Crunch. The grave site was piled high with flours.

Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded.

Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was considered a very smart cookie, but wasted much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times, he still was a crusty old man and considered a positive roll model for millions.

Doughboy is survived by his wife Play Dough, three children: John Dough, Jane Dough and Dosie Dough and one they had in the oven. He is also survived by his elderly father, Pop Tart.

The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes.

7 Comments:

Blogger Anvilcloud said...

hehehe ... he said, trying to laugh like the doughboy. :)

3:56 PM  
Blogger Diana said...

Very cute Ginnie! I've been reading sad posts today, thanks for the giggle! I needed that!
Love Di ♥

3:57 PM  
Blogger Beatrice P. Boyd said...

Very entertaining, Ginnie. Did you prepare this yourself? The Dough Boy was always one of my favorites and he will be missed.

4:17 PM  
Blogger kenju said...

The last line is terrific!! lol

5:04 PM  
Blogger KGMom said...

Ginnie--I am giggling.
This post is great, and gave me just the laugh I needed this morning.

7:02 AM  
Blogger Syd said...

This is good. Very cute.

7:49 AM  
Blogger Tossing Pebbles in the Stream said...

I think you are overdoing it with the extended metaphor. What happened to "Doe, a female deer"

I tried to respond to your comment when I was in Belgium. I got it almmost finished and "swish" it disappeared. It was too hard to write with the old slow computer so I gave up.

Belgium is a hard place to win the battle of sobriety. They brew some 800 varieties of beer there and their cafe society seems to take every opportunity to sit out on the sidewalk to enjoy a beer or glass of wine. I tried to participate but finally just decided I would only drink coke. I am not a very good drinker at the best of times. I fall asleep. I did feel the pressure to participate in this cafe society which my hosts seemed to enjoy so much.

9:01 AM  

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