Weather: 50’s and Gloomy.
Happy November 1st everyone, AND GENTLEMEN GREASE YOUR ENGINES, or do what ever you do to get your sleds ready. I didn’t mention Ladies because even though you Ladies ride your own sleds them guys ought to be getting them ready for you.
I’ll work on Mother Nature, but being the temperamental person she is it may result in going to church and praying it starts to get colder and snowing soon. 60’s Monday thru Wednesday but then a chance of snow Friday and Saturday. Hopefully Mother makes it thru the Change of Seasons quickly with no Hot Flashes.
Please join me in remembering a great icon of the entertainment community. The Pillsbury Doughboy (Poppin’ Fresh) 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. Born and bread in Chicago, 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 you smiled while reading this, please rise to the occasion and pass it on to someone having a crumby day and kneading a lift.