"Veteran Pillsbury spokesperson, The Pillsbury Doughboy, died yesterday of a severe yeast infection and complications from repeated pokes to the belly. He was 71. Doughboy was buried in a slightly greased coffin.
Dozens of celebrities turned out, including Mrs. Butterworth, the California Raisins, Hungry Jack, Betty Crocker the Hostess Twinkies, Captain Crunch and many others.
The graveside was piled high with flours as longtime friend, Aunt Jemima, delivered the eulogy, describing 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 many 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 even still, as a crusty old man, he was considered a roll model for millions. Toward the end it was thought he'd raise once again, but he was no tart.
Doughboy is survived by his second wife, Play Dough. They have two children and one in the oven."
That's not my cup of tea, being cool as cucumber, I don cry over spilt milk and can eat humble pie..
I suppose you're out to lunch..
Don't try to teach your Grandma to suck eggs.
The bean counters are busy this time of the year.
She has a syrupy voice, he said in an oily manner.
Potato peeler........(chubby exotic dancer)
I told my wife she had nice buns
You...you...you kumquat! Don't know if I made that up as a perjorative, but I've used it for years - it's more pleasant than shithead...
