Because I have decided to put a delightful stuffed doll of the Pilsbury Dough Boy into my 3D house for my 3D CAD class for my imaginary 3D people to poke repeatedly, I had to find pictures. Which had me stumbling along the paragraphs below.

I shall continue talking after you read it...

Enjoy.

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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 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 old man and was considered a positive 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 3:50 for about 20 minutes.

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Did you laugh?

I chuckled, deep inside.

Met up with Jeevs for a coffee and ended up talking for 5 hours.

Tis a good catch up.

Also wik, my social calendar is closed for term finals.

I will only entertain you if I adore you enough.

Chances are, I do.

PHWOAAAAARRRRRRRR...