I usually take great pleasure in deleting “forwarded emails”. I don’t read them, regardless of who sends them and absolutely don’t forward them on. (regardless, if it means I will get the black plague, or whatever disease)
However, I glanced down at this one and I loved it. Maybe, I am changing in my older age.
Please join me in remembering a great icon of the entertainment industry. 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 gravesite 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 not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he was still a crusty old man and was considered a roll model for millions.
Doughboy is survived by his wife Play Dough, two children, John Doe and Jane Doe, 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.
Take time to pass this news on and share that smile with someone else who may be having a crumbly day and kneads it.