[FONT=Lucida Console][FONT=Arial]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.Buttersworth, HungryJack, 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 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.
If this made you smile for even a brief second, please rise to the occasion and take time to pass it on and share that smile with someone else who may be having a crumby day and kneads a lift.[/FONT][/FONT]
When your “State Song” is “Hang On Sloopy” and you’re known as “A Buckeye”,
(which, … no one truly knows what a “Buckeye” even IS), you expect, after time that one’s mind begins to deteriorate a lot faster than the normal rate.
Added to that, the constant inhalation of excess amounts of wheat flour and rod finishing epoxies and it obviously accelerates at a much greater speed.
Sad.
A sad day indeed—did anyone notify “the other side” of the family? Maybe the Fasolati sisters (especially do rey and me) can sing at the funeral and dont forget to notify Doughnut at the asylum after trying to commit suicide by putting his head in the oven after being fried after a long day at the crispy creme store. Maybe I can send a pound of Montana Saphire for the turnout.
I think we all knead to rest.
mike
Please say it ain’t so. He was so young and healthy. I would never have guessed his age from his appearance. At least he will be surround by those he loved at the grave site. 8T
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There is also a buckeye butterfly
and a local favorite of mine: peanut butter cream with puffed rice rolled into a ball and covered in chocolate to reveal a small circle of the filling. Looks like a buckeye fruit or nut. ::):
I will be accepting all donations on his behalf. Bread Flours, All Purpose Flours and Cake Flours will all be welcomed. I will conjure up some sort of concoction with each in his memory, and the breads will most likely end up as lunch on shorthaul’s boat when we go walleye fishing.
PM me for shipping address or Pay Pal information. Yes, your cash is always welcomed, and will be used as we see fit. (I think we’re planning a weekend at Gates Lodge in early October to mourn his passing, so the cash will go towards lodging)
In honor of PDB’s light and dark rye sense of humor, I present to you this weekend’s delights from the Doughgod’s oven:
Recipes to show up on “What’s Cooking” at a later date.
Joe, I have a hard time imagining you as a boring and dull person. I can’t wait until MIFI '09. I’m already starting to aggravate my co-workers about it…
