In Memory of the Pillsbury Doughboy
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.
Mrs. Buttersworth 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 flakey 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.
This news story was floating around in emails. Not sure who to credit.
Snort. That was really funny. Thanks for sharing.
Too funny! I love it.
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I’m flattered and amazed that this story I WROTE
in 1985 is still circulating. I wrote this and
used it on-air in my days at WWYZ-FM in HARTFORD, CONNECTICUT. It was so well received,
I even typed up a copy and posted it on the wall of the studio. At least once a year, I receive it as an email from someone. It’s taken on a life of its own. I wish I got residuals. I’d be wealthy. Thanks for keeping it alive.