...dontperpetuatethespecies got in his digs without being offensive. It can be done.

Last night I had this dream where I'm on the GD Board and someone said something about liking a gals struddel.  Then MP67 wrote:  I bet you liked her turnover better, to which I then added:  I always thought you were more of a Pop-tart kind of guy.

I thought it was so funny that I woke up laughing.

Doesn't seem quite as amusing now, but I figured what the heck, I'd share it.

I really could go for some pastry now.

Any one else ever have a TER related dream?

I know the mods want a kinder board, but come on. You can romance off the board.

But I go to bed so smashed I can't remember my dreams...

BTW, I do eat pop-tarts. Almost daily.

Please join me in remembering a great icon. 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 long-time 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, even as a crusty old man, he was still 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. The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes.


Thank you
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My pure mash likker is much better'n pancakes.

I never post here  as I have heard  how toxic and mean  spirited  it can be over on  the GB  but I love  Mr Fishers posts so stopped by  today  to check in and  I have to say this last post was so clever and well wriiten  it made me laugh  thank you  to whomever wrote it  ....A great way to start my  morning off as I sit her in  the middle of a snowstorm in downtown  Chicago eating my pastries and hot cocoa....maybe this board can become a little kinder with  time and fun posters  like the one thar wrote this will stick around  I hope everyone  has a wonderful day whereever you hail from I myself am  from AZ where the sun  shines almost every day .........

Tuned to wield my manhood into the next 9-10 lady that wants my wad....of cash.

No shit, true story. I have no recollection what was so funny to awake Me from my slumber?

     ,could it have been the same dream? =9]

Yeah, we have our 'good little boys and girls faces' on cuz it's early in the day, lol!  

There are litterally scores of such characters and they are all cards and crack me up.

You should do a Followme search and read back through them sometime.

He is a shining wit of the boards, and that's not a Spoonerism.

you know youre spending too much time here when you dont have to log back in several times a day

therefore, you are a gal's strudel.

I have created several followme tribute aliases that I will use to respond the the "real" followme characters.  Followme and I have some fun with this and I hope he appreciates it.  But it should be fairly obvious to the reader which are the "real" followmes and which are my faux followmes.

Anyone remember Laraine Newman playing a very young Anna Freud sitting on Sigmund's lap describing HER dream to him ... making him rather uncomfortable?

http://snltranscripts.jt.org/75/75oherstory1.phtml

Sigmund Freud: Hello, Anna. How did you sleep, Liebchen?

Anna Freud: Oh, I slept very well, Papa. You know, I had the strangest dream, though. I dreamt about a man who looked just like you.

Sigmund Freud: [sipping tea] Mm hm.

Anna Freud: He had a beard just like yours. And he was old enough to be my father.

Sigmund Freud: Ya.

Anna Freud: I couldn't figure it out. And then, he was sitting on your bed, Papa.

Sigmund Freud: Uh huh.

Anna Freud: Along with all my male cousins. And they were all bound and gagged except for one arm. And everybody was bare naked.

Sigmund Freud: [gets increasingly "turned on" as she proceeds] Mm hm.

Anna Freud: And they had bowls of fruit in their laps, you know?

Sigmund Freud: Mm hm.

Anna Freud: And everybody kept offering me a banana. I was not hungry for a banana, though, you know? Except when the man with the beard offered me the biggest and ripest banana. [Sigmund shifts uncomfortably and sets down his tea cup] Oooh, Papa, that was the only banana I ate. Oooh, and then the bed turned into a train, Papa.

Sigmund Freud: Ya?

Anna Freud: And it went through a tunnel. And we came out of the tunnel [Sigmund holds up his trembling hand as if he is about to grab Anna's torso] and then I fell and I fell and I fell and the man with the beard fell and fell and fell. [abruptly] And then we both smoked a cigarette. [Sigmund lowers his hand and cools off considerably] Papa, what did that dream mean?

Sigmund Freud: It doesn't mean anything, Anna. It's only a dream. Sometimes a banana is just a banana. Anna?

(Kind of like Ginger vs. Mary Ann: I always thought Laraine Newman was prettier AND FUNNIER (more talented; better actress) than Jane Curtin. But, hey, I don't dream about it.)