Sad News

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 CaptainCrunch.
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 oldman
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.

And one more pathetic joke that isn't funny:

Mr. and Mrs. Tomato and baby tomato were going for a walk
Baby tomato started lagging behind
So Mr. Tomato went back and stepped on baby tomato...
and said ketchup....you know catch up.

I was never any good at jokes but it's snowing out again and is ten below zero.
I guess I can go clean and wrap...rap...gifts now.
So leave one of your jokes if you have time.