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Saturday, September 06, 2003

Pillsbury Dough-Boy Obit
I'm sure everyone's seen this, but in case you haven't, I thought it was funny. It has absolutely nothing to do with random neuron firing, lame philosophy, literary pontificating, movies, sex, clothes & other femme stuff--unless you count baking as femme, which maybe accounts for the Dough Boy's conspicuous anti-butch aesthetic.

Please join me in remembering a great icon of the Entertainment community. The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and 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 still, as a crusty old man, was considered a roll model for millions. Doughboy is survived by his wife, Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough; plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived by his elderly father, Pop Tart. The funeral was held at 350 for about 20 minutes.
Posted by: Mika / 9/06/2003 08:49:00 PM permalink  · 0 comments
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