Still trying to finish up my latest WIP, so here’s another funny. Morbidly funny and cute. Laugh and I’ll know you’ll enjoy my books:D

Thanks to Dan for forwarding this

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 gravesite was piled high with flours.

Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy
as man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Born and bread in
Minnesota, 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 crumbly day and kneading a lift.